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on the draft board Yeah Fuck a hater Niggas mad we fuckin’ lit It's funny how losing teams are the ones that’s talking shit l let the bottle spray Hard up in
won't even take But we happily confess That the draft board says 28 We're dodging the draft We're dodging the draft We're dodging the draft
beret Men who faint at the sight of blood Their high heeled boots weren't Meant for mud the draft board will hear Their sob stories today Only the best
First you tell your draft board you're hooked on dope. You don't need the army 'cause you've seen Bob Hope. Walk around the floor kinda nice
to serve I knew "better dead than red" But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said: [Chorus:] Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got
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
That the draft board didn't discover They're either too young or too old They're either too grey or too grassy green The pickings are poor
From the tone deaf hearing of the draft board game You were washing cars down in Dallas when the holocaust came Dear Johnny, your excuse was lame All
close to unloadin' a bank But I was saved by my draft board who made me a yank Floating, I'm floating on down through the sky Never had no ambition
That the draft board didn't discover They're either too young or too old They're either too grey or too grassy green The pickings are poor
That the draft board didn't discover They're either too young or too old They're either too grey or too grassy green The pickings are poor
Dodd and a-keepin' 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
A letter came today from my draft board With trembling hands I read the questionnaire It asked me lots of things about my mama and poppa Now that
A letter came today from my draft board With trembling hands I read the questionnaire It asked me lots of things about my mama and poppa Now that
all repeating, ballads growing blind Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating if they'd like to take my life
blind G#m A F#m B7 E Words have turned to water, the women turned to wine The draft board is debating if
A letter came today from my draft board With trembling hands I read the questionnaire It asked me lots of things about my mamma and poppa Now
I grew up in a military town Waiting on the sky to fall Everybody I knew, hangin' around Wondering what to do When the draft board calls Looking
the fire Is burning to its dying embers. After the war. A letter from the draft board Put pain to all your dreams. You're just another number In
In the draft board here we sit Covered o'er with Nixon's shit While our sweat is turning Agnew's filthy mill And the people, as they pass They
the fire Is burning to its dying embers. After the war. A letter from the draft board Put pain to all your dreams. You're just another number In
from Cali and I know she bout to leave soon 6 7 8 weeks on the Billboard First pick I'm on everybody's draft board Staying free got it close with
it is what it is But when you do take me lord I had always put you number 1 like a draft board I hate dealing with her insecurities But she blame it
for me to choose Look you my number one pick Draft board empty only thing I want is If you willing put this jersey on yea Already decided I want you in
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