Phil Ochs - Draft dodger rag

^DI'm just a typical American boy from a ^Etypical American town. I be^A7lieve in God and Senator Dodd and in keeping old Castro ^Ddown. And ^Dwhen it came my time to serve, I knew ^Ebetter dead than red. But ^A7when I got to my ol' draft board, buddy this is what I ^Dsaid:

"Sarge,^D I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen, And I ^Ealways carry a purse. I got ^A7eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting ^Dworse. Oh, ^Dthink of my career, my sweetheart dear, my ^Epoor old invalid aunt. Besides, I ^A7ain't no fool, I'm going to school, And I'm working in a defense ^Dplant.

I got a ^Ddislocated disc, and a racked up back, I'm al^Elergic to flowers and bugs, And when the ^A7bombshell hits I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand ^Ddrugs. I got the ^Dweakness woes, I can't touch my toes, I can ^Ehardly reach my knees. And if the ^A7enemy came close to me, I'd probably start to ^Dsneeze."

I hate ^DChou En Lai and I hope he dies, but one ^Ething you gotta see, That ^A7someone's gotta go over there, and that someone isn't ^Dme. So I ^Dwish you well, Sarge, give 'em hell, Yeah, ^Ekill me a thousand or so. And if you ^A7ever get a war without blood and gore, Well I'll be the first to ^Dgo.