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Lyrics for 'Draft Dodger Rag' by 'Phil Ochs'
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I'm Just A Typical American Boy From A Typical American Town
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I Believe In God And Senator Dodd And Keeping Old Castro Down
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And When It Came My Time To Serve I Knew Better Dead Than Red
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But When I Got To My Old Draft Board, Buddy, This Is What I Said:
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Sarge, I'm Only Eighteen, I Got A Ruptured Spleen
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And I Always Carry A Purse
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I Got Eyes Like A Bat, My Feet Are Flat, And My Asthma's
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Getting Worse
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O Think Of My Career, My Sweetheart Dear, And My Poor Old
Invalid Aunt
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Besides, I Ain't No Fool, I'm A Goin' To School, And I'm
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Working In A Defense Plant
I've Got A Dislocated Disc And A Racked 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, And I Can't Touch My Toes
I Can Hardly Reach My Knees
And If The Enemy Came Close To Me
I'd Probably Start To Sneeze
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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
Yeah, Kill Me A Thousand Or So
And If You Ever Get A War Without Blood And Gore
Well I'll Be The First To Go
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