Old Crow Medicine Show

Big Time In The Jungle

Old Crow Medicine Show

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Down in Eutaw, Alabama in 1965 
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A young man ‘bout 21, no different than you or I 
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He’s catchin’ catfish, and gettin’ drunk 
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But Uncle Sam called, 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 
Turned his smile into a frown 
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 ol’ Flukie he signed up 
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There’s gonna be a big time 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 
I wanna see the world you see 
I know that Uncle Sam needs me 
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To fight for an ideal I know nothing about 

Instrumental 
(Same as Verse Chords) 

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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 for the ragin’ dust cloud 
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Grab your duffle bags, head to the checkpoint 
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Welcome to Vietnam, boys, 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, don’t sleep late 
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, them choppers flew low 
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Glancing for the hand signal to tell you where to go 
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Then the bombs started fallin’ 
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And they pounded his brain 
And he thought about Eutaw and who was to blame 
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For sendin’ him to Vietnam


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