Draft Dodger Rag Lyrics - Singles - Seeger Pete

DRAFT DODGER RAG 

(Phil Ochs) 

I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town 

I believe in God and Senator Todd 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 bombshells hit, 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 touch my knees 

And if the enemy came close to me 

I'd probably start to sneeze 

I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, 

but one thing you gotta see 

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 more 

And if you ever get a war without blood and gore 

Well I'll be the first to go 

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recorded by Pete Seeger on Dangerous Songs 

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