Draft Dodger Rag

DRAFT DODGER RAG
(Phil Ochs)
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Todd 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:
 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 plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
 I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits
 And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes
 I can hardly touch my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
 I'd probably start to sneeze
I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,
 but one thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
 but that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell
 Yeah kill me a thousand or more
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
 Well I'll be the first to go
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recorded by Pete Seeger on Dangerous Songs
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