• Song:

    Big Time In The Jungle

  • Artist:

    Old Crow Medicine Show

  • Album:

    O.C.M.S. (Full Length R...

D                                      C   G 
Down in Eutaw, Alabama in 1965 
D                                       C                           G 
A young man ?bout 21, no different than you or I 
Am                                                D 
He?s catchin? catfish, and gettin? drunk 
Am                                                D 
But Uncle Sam called, he called him up 
D                            G 
Sent him out to Vietnam 
Am 
That young man 
D 
Got his life turned upside down 

Turned his smile into a frown 

Robbed that king of his crown 
                                                    G 
For an ideal he didn?t even know about 


D                                                           C                       G 
He was gamblin? at the wagon when that army man showed up 
D 
And he flashed that pen and paper 
              C                   G 
And ol? Flukie he signed up 
Am                                               D 
There?s gonna be a big time in the jungle 
Am 
Gonna be a firefight 
                         D 
Gonna be a rumble 
                             G 
Send me out to Vietnam 


Am 
I?ll fight ten men 
D 
I got nothin? left in the States for me 

I wanna see the world you see 

I know that Uncle Sam needs me 
                                                          G 
To fight for an ideal I know nothing about 

Instrumental 

(Same as Verse Chords) 


D                                                       C                     G 
Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud 
D                                                            C             G 
And he could not see the corpses for the ragin? dust cloud 
Am                                                      D 
Grab your duffle bags, head to the checkpoint 
Am                                                            D 
Welcome to Vietnam , boys, you?re in for a hell of a fight 
                                       G 
Take it from the ones who know 
Am 
The army moves slow 
D 
Hurry up and wait, don?t sleep late 

And learn to hate your brother 
                                    G 
Before you hate your foe 


D                                                     C                 G 
On patrol out in the rice fields, them choppers flew low 
D                                              C                    G 
Glancing for the hand signal to tell you where to go 
Am 
Then the bombs started fallin? 
D 
And they pounded his brain 

And he thought about Eutaw and who was to blame 
                                  G 
For sendin? him to Vietnam
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