Phil Ochs - Draft dodger rag

^FI'm just a typical American boy from a ^Gtypical American town. I be^C7lieve in God and Senator Dodd and in keeping old Castro ^Fdown. And ^Fwhen it came my time to serve, I knew ^Gbetter dead than red. But ^C7when I got to my ol' draft board, buddy this is what I ^Fsaid:

"Sarge,^F I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen, And I ^Galways carry a purse. I got ^C7eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting ^Fworse. Oh, ^Fthink of my career, my sweetheart dear, my ^Gpoor old invalid aunt. Besides, I ^C7ain't no fool, I'm going to school, And I'm working in a defense ^Fplant.

I got a ^Fdislocated disc, and a racked up back, I'm al^Glergic to flowers and bugs, And when the ^C7bombshell hits I get epileptic fits And I'm addicted to a thousand ^Fdrugs. I got the ^Fweakness woes, I can't touch my toes, I can ^Ghardly reach my knees. And if the ^C7enemy came close to me, I'd probably start to ^Fsneeze."

I hate ^FChou En Lai and I hope he dies, but one ^Gthing you gotta see, That ^C7someone's gotta go over there, and that someone isn't ^Fme. So I ^Fwish you well, Sarge, give 'em hell, Yeah, ^Gkill me a thousand or so. And if you ^C7ever get a war without blood and gore, Well I'll be the first to ^Fgo.