Draft Dodger Rag Lyrics

David Rovics

Non-album songs

Lyrics to Draft Dodger Rag
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(Phil Ochs) Well, I'm just a typical American boy From a typical American town I believe in god and Senator Dodd And keeping old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red But when I got to my old draft board Buddy, this is what I said (Chorus) Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat And my asthma's getting worse Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart, dear My poor old invalid aunt Besides I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school And I'm working in a defense plant I got a dislocated disc and a racked-up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs When the bombshell hits I get epileptic fits I'm addicted to a thousand drugs I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes I can hardly reach my knees And if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneeze Chorus Well, I hate Chou En-lai, I hope he dies But one thing you gotta see Is that someone's gotta go over there And that someone isn't me So I wish you well, sarge, give 'em hell Yeah, kill me a thousand or so And if you ever get a war without blood and gore I'll be the first to go Chorus

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