Pete Seeger - Draft Dodger Rag Lyrics
DRAFT DODGER RAG(Phil Ochs)I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American townI believe in God and Senator Todd and keeping old Castro downAnd when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than redBut when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said: 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 O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plantI've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugsAnd when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand drugsI got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes I can hardly touch my kneesAnd if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneezeI hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta seeThat someone's gotta go over there but that someone isn't meSo I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell Yeah kill me a thousand or moreAnd if you ever get a war without blood and gore Well I'll be the first to goCopyright Appleseed Music, Inc.filename[ DRAFTDOD@war @soldier @draft @politicalrecorded by Pete Seeger on Dangerous Songs===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
