Old Crow Medicine Show – Big Time In The Jungle (Guitar)

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Down in Eutaw, Alabama in Nineteen Sixty-Five

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A young man 'bout 21,

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no different than you or I

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He's catchin' catfish,

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and gettin' drunk

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But Uncle Sam called,

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he called him up,

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Sent him out to Vietnam,

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That young man,

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Got his life turned upside down,

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Turned his smile into a frown,

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Robbed that king of his crown,

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For an ideal he didn't even know about,

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He was gamblin' at the wagon,when that army man showed up,

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And he flashed that pen and paper,

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And ole Fukie he signed up,

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There's gonna be a big time,

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In the jungle,

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Gonna be a firefight,

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Gonna be a rumble,

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Send me out to Vietnam,

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I'll fight ten men,

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I got nothin' left in the States for me,

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I wanna see the world you see,

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I know that Uncle Sam needs me,

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To fight for an ideal I know nothing about.

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Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud,

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And he could not see the corpses,

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for the ragin' dust cloud

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Grab your duffle bags,

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head to the checkpoint

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Welcome to Vietnam boys,

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you're in for a hell of a fight,

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Take it from the ones who know.

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The army moves slow,

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Hurry up and wait,

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don't sleep late,

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And learn to hate your brother,

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Before you hate your foe,

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On patrol out in the rice fields,

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Them choppers flew low,

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Glancing up for the hand signal,

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To tell you where to go,

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Then the bombs started fallin'

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And they pounded his brain,

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And he thought about Eutaw,

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And who was to blame,

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For sendin' him to Vietnam,