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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
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Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Teclados
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Interpretação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Arranjos
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Composição
Peter Kerek
Peter Kerek
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Better Red Than Dead
Better Red Than Dead
Engenharia (masterização)

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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