| 歌曲 | Big Time In The Jungle |
| 歌手 | Old Crow Medicine Show |
| 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 |
| 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 |