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Lord, it's all so true.
They told me, "Don't go walkin' slow,
'Cause Devil's on the loose."
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Whoa, don't look back to see.
Thought I heard a rumblin'
Callin' to my name.
Two hundred million guns are loaded,
Satan cries, "Take aim!"
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Whoa, don't look back to see.
Over on the mountain,
Thunder magic spoke,
"Let the people know my wisdom,
Fill the land with smoke."
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Better run through the jungle,
Whoa, don't look back to see.
But I still love the song.
My dad used to play this song in the car on out way to the beach while drumming on the steering wheel . This song smells to summer, long roads and the promise of happiness. I am 43 now and I still love the song.
They are from El Cerito, CA.
There's no clear water to revive: smelly east bay mud-yes, no jungle, no bayou. Go figure.

But I still love the song.
You were unlucky, man

This was one of the handful of CDs I had when I drove solo cross-country (Philadelphia to Seattle, via a mid-south route with a Vegas detour) - and this was a couple weeks after 9/11 - it was an entirely unique experience...hopefully never to be duplicated.
Track #1 thru 20 on this Chronicle #1 album (Suzie Q thru Someday Never Comes) has got to be my favorite road trip disk. I have multiple memories during that trip that include this album. My favorites are: driving through the Texas panhandle, just outside of Amarillo, hauling ass on the freeway blaring this (as loud as the Toyota's speakers could go) and seeing a guy in the back of his truck on the frontage road waving the largest American flag I've ever seen be waved. That was special. And then on the drive from Reno home, the final leg, as I drove through Susanville, a biker nodding his head to the music and a thumbs-up...well that was cool too. Long Live RP and thanks for playing the classics!
A hot 8.
A classic of its Vietnam time but still very timely.
200 million guns a loaded, Satan's cries take aim!

But I still love the song.

(this one, and Suzie Q)

They are from El Cerito, CA.
There's no clear water to revive: smelly east bay mud-yes, no jungle, no bayou. Go figure.
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