Draft Dodger Rag lyrics
Song information
Artist: Phil Ochs Album: I Ain't Marching Anymore
Lyrics
G g#/a I'm just a typical american boy from a typical american town D7 g I believe in god and senator dodd and keeping old castro down G# a And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red D7 g But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:
G Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen G#/a And I always carry a purse D7 I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's G Getting worse G# a O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old Invalid aunt D7 Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm G Working in a defense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs And when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs I got the weakness woes, and 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)
I hate chou en lai, and I hope he dies But one thing you gotta see 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 Well I'll be the first to go
(Chorus)
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"I Ain't Marching Anymore" album track list
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