D                 C              G
Down in Eutaw, Alabama in Nineteen Sixty-Five
  D
A young man ‘bout 21,
   C                     G
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,
           D
Turned his smile into a frown,
            D
Robbed that king of his crown,
                                  G
For an ideal he didn’t even know about,


[Verse 2]
       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 ole Fukie he signed up,
                   Am
There’s gonna be a big time,
          D
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.


[Instrumental]
D C G D C G Am D Am D G


[Verse 3]
       D                            C                  G
Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud,
       D
And he could not see the corpses,
    C               G
for the ragin’ dust cloud
          Am
Grab your duffle bags,
                 D
head to the checkpoint
               Am
Welcome to Vietnam boys,
                          D
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,
            D
don’t sleep late,
             D
And learn to hate your brother,
                     G
Before you hate your foe,


[Verse 4]
   D
On patrol out in the rice fields,
     C            G
Them choppers flew low,
D
Glancing up for the hand signal,
            C      G
To tell you where to go,
                       Am
Then the bombs started fallin’
                 D
And they pounded his brain,
                       Am
And he thought about Eutaw,
              D
And who was to blame,
                       G
For sendin’ him to Vietnam,