Uncle Sam, I'm in Vietnam
It's a jungle, it's a prison
But here I am
Dreaming of the outside
And freedom
And planning my get away
Far away from this one ship bay
In the south-east tip of Asia
Where I lay
Dreaming of the outside
And freedom
And planning my getaway
Weapon drawn I got my wet gear on
I'm crawling on my belly
Near Khe Sahn
Dreaming of the outside
And freedom
And planning my getaway
But there is a guard on the inside
With a rifle in hand
And a guard on the outside
On this government land
Uncle Sam, I'm in Vietnam
It's a jungle it's a prison
But here I am..
Here I am..

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