"Draft Dodger Rag" as written by and Phil Ochs....
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
D7 G
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
D7 G
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

(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)


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"Draft Dodger Rag" as written by Phil Ochs

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