Draft dodger rag lyrics

Artist  : Phil ochs 
Song : Draft dodger rag
 
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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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