Letras
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 lashed that pen and paper, and ol' Flukie, he signed up
It'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
Glancin' 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