Phil Ochs – Draft Dodger Rag (Ukulele)

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I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town.

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I believe in God and Senator Dodd and in 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 ol' 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, and my asthma's getting worse.

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Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, my poor old invalid aunt.

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Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm going to school,

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And I'm working in a defense plant.

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I 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.

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I got the weakness woes, 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, I'd probably start to sneeze."

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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,

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Yeah, kill me a thousand or so.

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And if you ever get a war without blood and gore,

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Well I'll be the first to go.