Draft Dodger Rag — текст песни (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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