作词 : Page, Robertson
Yeah, 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, gun
Oh, by the law of the land
By the promise that might is right
She would hold me and cry
Don't you go off the 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 goDown on 
Hell's Half 
Acre and again
Shakin' with fever, come again
Rumble in the jungle
Oh down on 
Hell's Half 
Acre and again
Oh, she wrote me in a letter
And said, "What have they done?" 
Oh, my angel
Placed a crown of thorns
On this native son, like that
Oh, maybe they're right
Oh, but maybe they're wrong
Oh, but what can 
I doYou're not here you're gone
Somethin' in the air is much too quiet
Hear my heartbeat, oh
The storms that rages from within
Three times thunder, blood runs cold
Got this wound on my soul
Down on Hell's 
Half Acre and again
Walkin' on fire, come again
Trouble in the wasteland
Down on Hell's 
Half Acre and again
Oh, back in the land where 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 and again
Shakin' with fever and again
Rumble in the jungle
Oh, down on 
Hell's Half 
AcreOh, down on 
Hell's Half 
AcreWalkin' on fire
We got trouble in the wasteland
Oh, down on 
Hell's Half 
Acre and again