Draft Dodger Rag Cifras

This is the way Phil played it at the Democratic Convention......
 
[Verse 1]
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I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town.
    A7                                                      D
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and in keeping old Castro down.
    D                                     E
And when it came my time to serve, I knew better dead than red.
    A7                                                     D
But when I got to my ol' draft board, buddy this is what I said:
 
 
[Chorus]
           D
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen,
      E
And I always carry a purse.
      A7                                                             D
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse.
    D                                          E
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, my poor old invalid aunt.
           A7
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm going to school,
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And I'm working in a defense plant.
 
 
[Verse 2]
        D
I got a dislocated disc, and a racked up back,
      E
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs,
             A7
And when the bombshell hits I get epileptic fits
                               D
And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs.
          D
I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes,
      E
I can hardly reach my knees.
           A7                                            D
And if the enemy came close to me, I'd probably start to sneeze.
 
 
[Chorus]
           D
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen,
      E
And I always carry a purse.
      A7                                                             D
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse.
    D                                          E
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, my poor old invalid aunt.
           A7
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm going to school,
                             D
And I'm working in a defense plant.
 
 
[Verse 3]
       D                                       E
I hate Chou En Lai and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta see,
     A7                                                    D
That someone's gotta go over there, and that someone isn't me.
     D
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em hell,
      E
Yeah, kill me a thousand or so.
           A7
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore,
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Well I'll be the first to go.
 
 
[Chorus]
         D
Yes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen,
      E
And I always carry a purse.
      A7                                                             D
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse.
     D                                          E
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, my poor old invalid aunt.
           A7
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm going to school,
                             D
And I'm working in a defense plant.
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