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Draft Dodger Rag
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Traditional Folk
Draft Dodger Rag foi lançado em 25 de abril de 2024 por Better Red Than Dead & Phil Ochs como parte do álbum Draft Dodger Rag - Single
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Data de lançamento25 de abril de 2024
SeloBetter Red Than Dead & Phil Ochs
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM160

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Teclados, Baixo, Bateria, Vocais principais, Vocal de apoio, Guitarra elétrica, Guitarra líder
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Arranjos, Composição
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Composição
Peter Kerek
Peter Kerek
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Engenharia (masterização), Produção, Engenharia (mixagem)

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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