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Draft Dodger Rag
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Traditional Folk
Draft Dodger Rag wurde am 25. April 2024 von Better Red Than Dead & Phil Ochs als Teil des Albums Draft Dodger Rag - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum25. April 2024
LabelBetter Red Than Dead & Phil Ochs
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM160

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Keyboards, Bass Guitar, Drums, Lead Vocals, Background Vocals, Electric Guitar, Lead Guitar
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Arranger, Composer
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Songwriter
Peter Kerek
Peter Kerek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Mastering Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Oh, 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've got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat
And my asthma's getting worse
Yes, 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 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
Why I'd probably start to sneeze
I'm only eighteen, got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse
I've got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat
And my asthma's getting worse
Yes, 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
Ooh, I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies
But one thing 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
I'll be the first to go
Yes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse
I've got eyes like a bat and my feet are flat
And my asthma's getting worse
Yes, 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
Written by: Phil Ochs
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