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Artiste: Phil Ochs
Titre: Draft Dodger Rag

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I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd 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 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

(chorus)

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)