Draft Dodger Rag

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Im 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
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But when i got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what i said:
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Sarge, im only eighteen, i got a ruptured spleen
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And i always carry a purse
D7
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthmas
G
Getting worse
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O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old
Invalid aunt
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Besides, i aint no fool, im a goin to school, and im
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Working in a defense plant
Ive got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
Im allergic to flowers and bugs
And when the bombshell hits, i get epileptic fits
And im addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, and i cant touch my toes
I can hardly reach my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
Id probably start to sneeze
(chorus)
I hate chou en lai, and i hope he dies,
But one thing you gotta see
That someones gotta go over there
And that someone isnt 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 ill be the first to go
(chorus)
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