Eighteen years in the Tennessee sun Grew up fishing on the Cumberland Little Joe, the youngest son Slung a slingshot and a squirrel gun Daddy ran 'shine 'neath the moonlight Bowling Green to them Nashville nights Little Joe learned riding shotgun To keep your mouth shut till the job is done Sixty-seven rolled around Joe got the call and he headed on out Across the ocean for the Vietnam Gonna hit the coast running ... gonna be a man Jackie D meet Mary J You're gonna do just what I say Grab your gun and roll on out Your first ramble gonna scream and shout So tie a ribbon round the old oak tree Tell my momma don't worry 'bout me The weather's warm around Christmas time I've got an M-16 and my boots are dry I'm sitting up here like a cat in a tree Waiting for Charlie, gonna set him free Uncle Sam said I'm the man Goodbye Charlie Bengals on the ground, snakes in the trees Tet comes a'gunning he don't know about me Johnny's in the front Charlie's in the back Tree comes a'crashing six days in the black Open your eyes now Joe's done his time Come back alive but he done left his mind Uncle Sam said, "Son thank you, Lay down your guns 'cause we're through with you." Now I see the ribbon round the old oak tree I told my momma don't worry 'bout me The weather's warm around Christmas time I've got an M-16 and my boots are dry I'm sitting up here like a cat in a tree Waiting for Charlie, gonna set him free Uncle Sam said I'm the man Goodbye Charlie