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Old Crow Medicine Show - Big Time In The Jungle
 Click here for a plain text version of this song (for better printing) Add this tab to your list of favorite tabs#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Big Time in the Jungle Album: O.C.M.S. 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 Comments about this tab No comments/corrections found. Add your own |