it s way up in the black hills where we come from there s a girl and she warned me don t pick up that gun by the law of the land by the promise that might is right she would hold me and cry don t you go off and fight somebody knocking at my door oh i been called to war say goodbye to tobacco road wear my colors call my brothers and for my country i ll go down on hell s half acre shakin with fever rumble in the jungle down on hell s half acre she wrote me a letter and said what have they done placed a crown of thorns on this native son oh maybe they re right oh but maybe they re wrong but what can i do you re not here you re gone something in the air is much too quiet hear my heartbeat the storm that rages from within three times thunder blood runs cold got this wound on my soul down on hell s half acre walking on fire we got trouble in the wasteland down on hell s half acre back in the land where the buffalo roam oh is this my home she said you ve changed you re not the same clouds of napalm and the opium the damage was already done down on hell s half acre shakin with fever rumble in the jungle down on hell s half acre hell s half acre walking on fire we got trouble in the wasteland there on hell s half acre