OLD CROW MEDICINE SHOW
       O.C.M.S.
"BIG TIME IN THE JUNGLE"

Tabbed By Jdorsey

Verse 1
          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

                   G    
Sent him out to Vietnam

         Am
That young man

         D
Got his life turned upside down

         D
Turned his smile into a frown

         D
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

     D  
I wanna see the world you see

    D
I know that Uncle Sam needs me

                                    G 
To fight for an ideal I know nothing about


Break: D, C, G, D, C, G, Am, D, Am, D, G.


       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 duffel 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

            D
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

                     Am                   D      
And he thought about Eutaw and who was to blame

                   G
For sendin' him to Vietnam

OUT: Am, D, Am, D, G.