Old Crow Medicine Show
Big Time in the Jungle

         

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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, 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, Gonna be a rumble 
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Send me out to Vietnam 
               Am
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 


Violin Solo:
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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, 
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And learn to hate your brother 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’, And they pounded his brain 
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And he thought about Eutaw and who was to blame 
                   G
For sendin’ him to Vietnam

Violin Solo 2:
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