Draft Dodger Rag

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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 keeping old castro down

G#   a

And when it came my time to serve i knew better dead than red

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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



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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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