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A letter came today from the draft board |
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With trembling hands I read the questionnaire |
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It asked me lots of things about my mama and papa |
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Now that ain't what I call exactly fair |
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So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border |
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Vancouver may be just my kind of town |
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'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order |
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That tends to keep a good man underground |
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A sad old soldier once told me a story |
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About a battlefield that he was on |
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He said a man should never fight for glory |
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He must know what is right and what is wrong |
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So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border |
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Vancouver may be just my kind of town |
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'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order |
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That tends to keep a good man underground, oh yeah |
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Now, I don't know how much I owe my uncle |
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But I suspect, it's more than I can pay |
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He's askin' me to sign a three-year contract |
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I guess, I'll catch the first bus out today |
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So I'm headin' for the nearest foreign border |
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Vancouver may be just my kind of town |
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'Cause they don't need the kind of law and order |
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That tends to keep a good man underground |
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That tends to keep a good man underground |
