Draft Dodger Rag

By Phil Ochs

G                                    G#/A
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
    D7                                                   G
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down
                                    G#   A
And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red
    D7                                                      G
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 got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's
       getting worse
                                                   G# A
     O 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 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


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



Chords supplied by Jim Lesses

The liner notes for this song on the album I Ain't Marching Anymore read:

In Vietnam, a 19-year-old Viet Cong soldier screams that Americans should leave his country as he is shot by a government firing squad. His American counterpart meanwhile is staying up nights thinking of ways to deceptively destroy his health, mind or virility to escape two years in a relatively comfortable army. Free enterprise strikes again.

Last modified 31 Mar 02 by trent