Old Crow Medicine Show is a folk/country group from Nashville, Tennessee. Along with original songs, the band performs many pre-World War II blues and folk songs. The style of music they perform is sometimes called alt-country, but today more often referred to as Americana.
They were formally inducted into the Grand Ole Opry at a special ceremony at the Grand Ole Opry House in Nashville on September 17, 2013.
Their 2004 album "O.C.M.S." was selected by CMT (Country Music Television) as one of the top-10 bluegrass albums of that year.
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Song: Big Time in the Jungle Album: O.C.M.S. Tabbed by A Rolling Stone [email protected]
[Verse 1] DCG Down in Eutaw, Alabama in Nineteen Sixty-Five D A young man ‘bout 21, CG no different than you or I Am He’s catchin’ catfish, D and gettin’ drunk Am But Uncle Sam called, D he called him up, G Sent him out to Vietnam, Am That young man, D Got his life turned upside down, Turned his smile into a frown, Robbed that king of his crown, G For an ideal he didn’t even know about,
[Verse 2] He was gamblin’ at the wagon,when that army man showed up, And he flashed that pen and paper, And ole Fukie 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.
[Verse 3] 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,
[Verse 4*] 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,
*This verse ends earlier than the rest of the verses, but still utilizes the same chord progression albeit a few chords shorter.