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Draft Dodger Rag
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Singer/Songwriter
Draft Dodger Rag was released on July 4, 2011 by disappear records as a part of the album Get Your Phil
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Release DateJuly 4, 2011
Labeldisappear records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM184

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Disappear Fear
Disappear Fear
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Ochs
Phil Ochs
Songwriter

Lyrics

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
Honey, 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 a-gettin' worse
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear
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 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 come close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze
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 a-gettin' worse
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear
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
Don't like Osama bin Laden and I hope he's downtrodden
But one thing you've gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em hell
Yeah, kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
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 a-gettin' worse
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear
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
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 a-gettin' worse
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear
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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