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DRAFT DODGER RAG (Phil Ochs) The Chad Mitchell Trio - 1964 Phil Ochs - 1965 The Moonshiners - 1965 The Millburnaires - 1965 Pete Seeger - 1966 The Four Preps - 1967 The Colours - 1967 The Kit Kats - 1967 Liffey Folk - 1969 Also recorded by: Four In The Morning; The Apples; Frank Campbell; Tom Paxton; Cocky; Disappear Fear; The Golden Staters. As recorded by PETE SEEGER: I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and in 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, 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, and my feet are flat And my asthma's getting worse Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear My poor old invalid aunt Beside, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school And I'm working in a defence plant I got a dislocated disc and a wracked 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, 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'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 Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear And my poor old invalid aunt Beside, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school And I'm working in a defence plant I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies But I think 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 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 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 Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear And my poor old invalid aunt Beside, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school And I'm working in a defence plant (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - January 2006)

    





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