Big Time In The Jungle

歌曲 Big Time In The Jungle
歌手 Old Crow Medicine Show

歌词

作曲 : Fuqua
Down in Eutaw,
Alabama in 1965
A young man 'bout 21, no different than you or
I He's catchin' catfish, and gettin' drunk
But Uncle
Sam called, he called him up
Sent him out to
Vietnam That young man
Got his life turned upside down
Turned his smile into a frown
Robbed that king of his crown
For an ideal he didn't even know about
He was gamblin' at the wagon when that army man showed up
And he flashed that pen and paper
And ol' Flukie he signed up
There's gonna be a big time in the jungle
Gonna be a firefight
Gonna be a rumble
Send me out to
Vietnam I'll fight ten men
I got nothin' left in the
States for me
I wanna see the world you see
I know that
Uncle Sam needs me
To fight for an ideal
I know nothing about
Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud
And he could not see the corpses for the ragin' dust cloud
Grab your duffle bags, head to the checkpoint
Welcome to
Vietnam, boys, you're in for a hell of a fight
Take it from the ones who know
The army moves slow
Hurry up and wait, don't sleep late
And learn to hate your brother
Before you hate your foe
On patrol out in the rice fields, them choppers flew low
Glancing for the hand signal to tell you where to go
Then the bombs started fallin'
And they pounded his brain
And he thought about
Eutaw and who was to blame
For sendin' him to
Vietnam

拼音

zuò qǔ : Fuqua
Down in Eutaw,
Alabama in 1965
A young man ' bout 21, no different than you or
I He' s catchin' catfish, and gettin' drunk
But Uncle
Sam called, he called him up
Sent him out to
Vietnam That young man
Got his life turned upside down
Turned his smile into a frown
Robbed that king of his crown
For an ideal he didn' t even know about
He was gamblin' at the wagon when that army man showed up
And he flashed that pen and paper
And ol' Flukie he signed up
There' s gonna be a big time in the jungle
Gonna be a firefight
Gonna be a rumble
Send me out to
Vietnam I' ll fight ten men
I got nothin' left in the
States for me
I wanna see the world you see
I know that
Uncle Sam needs me
To fight for an ideal
I know nothing about
Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud
And he could not see the corpses for the ragin' dust cloud
Grab your duffle bags, head to the checkpoint
Welcome to
Vietnam, boys, you' re in for a hell of a fight
Take it from the ones who know
The army moves slow
Hurry up and wait, don' t sleep late
And learn to hate your brother
Before you hate your foe
On patrol out in the rice fields, them choppers flew low
Glancing for the hand signal to tell you where to go
Then the bombs started fallin'
And they pounded his brain
And he thought about
Eutaw and who was to blame
For sendin' him to
Vietnam