Lirik dan Chord Lagu Draft Dodger Rag - Phil Ochs

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Draft Dodger Rag merupakan lagu yang dipopulerkan oleh penyanyi laki-laki asal Amerika Serikat, Phil Ochs. Lagu berdurasi 2 menit 11 detik ini merupakan lagu ketiga dalam album bertajuk “I Ain’t Marching Anymore” yang dirilis pada tahun 1965. Album ini memuat 15 trek lagu, di antaranya The Men Behind the Guns, Links on the Chain, dan In the Heat of the Summer. Penasaran seperti apa lagunya? Untuk mengetahui lirik lagu dan chord “Draft Dodger Rag” yang dinyanyikan Phil Ochs, simak selengkapnya di bawah ini.

 

Lirik Lagu Draft Dodger Rag – Phil Ochs

 

[Verse 1]

D                                      E

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, D

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, D

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.