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Big Time In The Jungle

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Introducción:

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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
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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
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To fight for an ideal I know nothing about
Instrumental
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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