Paroles de Draft dodger rag

Phil Ochs

pochette album Draft dodger rag
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Date de parution : 10/01/2006

Durée : 0:02:11

Style : Singer/Songwriter



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I'm just a typical american boy
From a typical american town
I believe in god and senator dodd
And an keepin' 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, and my feet are flat
My asthma's getting worse

Consider my career, my sweetheart dear
My poor old invalid aunt
Besides, i ain't no fool, and i'm goin' to school
And i'm workin' 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, i can't touch my toes
I can hardly reach my knees
And if the enemy ever came close to me
Well, i'd probably start to sneeze

Sarge, i'm only eighteen, i got a ruptured spleen
And i always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat
My asthma's getting worse

Consider my career, my sweetheart dear
My poor old invalid aunt
Besides, i ain't no fool, i'm a goin' to school
And i'm workin' in a defense plant

I hate chou en lai, and i hope he dies
But i think you gotta see
That if someone's gotta go over there
That someone isn't me

So, have a ball, sarge, watch 'em fall
Yeah, kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without any gore
Well, i'll be the first to go

Sarge, i'm only eighteen, i got a ruptured spleen
And i always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat
My asthma's getting worse

Consider my career, my sweetheart dear
I got to water my rubber tree plant
Besides, i ain't no fool, i'm a goin' to school
And i'm workin' in a defense plant

Sarge, i'm only eighteen, i got a ruptured spleen
And i always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat
My asthma's getting worse

Consider my career, my sweetheart dear
My poor old invalid aunt
Besides, i ain't no fool, i'm a goin' to school
And i'm workin' in a defense plant

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