Draft dodger rag    (Listen to sample)

 

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1. Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town,

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    I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down.

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    And when it came my time to serve, I knew “better dead than red”,

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    but when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:

 

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Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen,

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and I always carry a purse,

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I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat,

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my asthma's getting worse.

                                                  

Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear,

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and my poor old invalid aunt,

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besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school,

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and I'm working in a defense plant.

 

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2. I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back,

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    I'm allergic to flowers and bugs,

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    and when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits,

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     and I'm addicted to a thousand drugs

 

    I got the weakness woes, and I can't touch my toes,

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  I can hardly reach my knees,

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    and if the enemy came close to me,

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    oh, I'd probably start to sneeze.

 

 

 

 

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Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen,

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and I always carry a purse,

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I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat,

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my asthma's getting worse.

                                                 

Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear,

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and my poor old invalid aunt,

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besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school,

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and I'm working in a defense plant.

 

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3. I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta see,

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    that someone's gotta go over there, and that someone isn't me.

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    So, I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell, kill me a thousand or so,

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    and if you ever get a war without blood and gore, I'll be the first to go.

 

+ CHORUS

 

    (Phil Ochs)