Uncle Sam I’m in Vietnam,
It’s a jungle it’s a prison.
Here I am,
Dreaming of the outside
And freedom, 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, 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, planning my getaway.

But there is a guard on the inside
With a rifle in hand,
And a guard on the outside
On the government land.

Uncle Sam I’m in Vietnam
It’s a jungle it’s a prison
Here I am,
Here I am...