Tom Paxton - Draft Dodger Rag lyrics

[Tom Paxton - Draft Dodger Rag lyrics]

I'm just a typical American boy
From a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd
And 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
This is what I said

I've got a dislocated disc and
A wracked up back
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when the bombshell hit's
I get epileptic fit's
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 came close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze



I hate Chou En Lai, I hope he dies
But the thing I'm hoping you'll see
Is 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 so
And if you ever get a
War without blood and gore
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
And my asthma's getting worse
Sarge, think of my career, my sweetheart dear
And my poor old invalid aunt
Besides I ain't no fool, I'm going to school
And I'm working in a defense plant

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