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Draft Dodger Rag
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Traditional Folk
Draft Dodger Rag fue lanzado el 25 de abril de 2024 por Better Red Than Dead & Phil Ochs como parte del álbum Draft Dodger Rag - Single
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Fecha de lanzamiento25 de abril de 2024
Sello discográficoBetter Red Than Dead & Phil Ochs
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM160

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Teclados, Bajo eléctrico, Batería, Voz principal, Voces de fondo, Guitarra eléctrica, Guitarra principal
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Arreglista, Composición
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Autoría
Peter Kerek
Peter Kerek
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Masterización, Producción, Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

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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