09-21-2020, 03:30 PM
Songs for our time...from 1965 (55 years ago still resounding today)
Phil singing it::> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T9MHFldX1E
Perhaps the Chad Mitchel Trio::> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S99ZgBJVZp0
Phil Ochs Lyrics
"Draft Dodger Rag"
Oh I'm just a typical American boy
From a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd
And keeping old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve
I knew better dead than red
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
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, 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
I'll be the first to go
Phil singing it::> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T9MHFldX1E
Perhaps the Chad Mitchel Trio::> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S99ZgBJVZp0
Phil Ochs Lyrics
"Draft Dodger Rag"
Oh I'm just a typical American boy
From a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd
And keeping old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve
I knew better dead than red
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
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, 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
I'll be the first to go