Chords for David Rovics - Draft Dodger Rag (by Phil Ochs)
Tempo:
103.6 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
C
F
Gm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[Bb] Well, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical [C] American town.
[F] I believe in God and sin for God and keep an old [Bb] passpro down.
And when it came my time to serve I [C] knew better dead than red.
[F] But when I got to my old draft board buddy this is [Bb] what I said.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I [F] got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't [F] no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and [Bb] I'm workin' in a D-Vash plant.
I got a dislocated disc and a racked up [Gm] back, I'm allergic to [C] flowers and bugs.
When the bombshell hits I get epileptic [F] fits, I'ma need to do a [Bb] thousand drugs.
I got no weakness, woes, I can't touch my [C] toes, I can hardly reach my knees.
[F] And if the enemy came close to me I'd [C] probably [Bb] start to sneeze.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart [Gm] dear, my poor old [C] invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' [G] to school and I'm workin' in a D [Bb]-Vash plant.
[Gm]
[C] [Bb]
[Gm] [Bb] [C]
[Gm]
[G] [Bb] Well, I hate you Eli, I hope he [C] dies, but one thing you gotta see
[F] is that someone's gotta go over there and that someone [Bb] isn't me.
So I wish you well, Sarge, give them [C] hell, yeah, kill me a thousand or so.
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore, I'll be the [Bb] person that goes.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
[F] I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my [G] ass must get worse.
[Bb] Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs [F] I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and I'm [Bb] workin' in a D-Vash plant.
[F] I believe in God and sin for God and keep an old [Bb] passpro down.
And when it came my time to serve I [C] knew better dead than red.
[F] But when I got to my old draft board buddy this is [Bb] what I said.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I [F] got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't [F] no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and [Bb] I'm workin' in a D-Vash plant.
I got a dislocated disc and a racked up [Gm] back, I'm allergic to [C] flowers and bugs.
When the bombshell hits I get epileptic [F] fits, I'ma need to do a [Bb] thousand drugs.
I got no weakness, woes, I can't touch my [C] toes, I can hardly reach my knees.
[F] And if the enemy came close to me I'd [C] probably [Bb] start to sneeze.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart [Gm] dear, my poor old [C] invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' [G] to school and I'm workin' in a D [Bb]-Vash plant.
[Gm]
[C] [Bb]
[Gm] [Bb] [C]
[Gm]
[G] [Bb] Well, I hate you Eli, I hope he [C] dies, but one thing you gotta see
[F] is that someone's gotta go over there and that someone [Bb] isn't me.
So I wish you well, Sarge, give them [C] hell, yeah, kill me a thousand or so.
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore, I'll be the [Bb] person that goes.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
[F] I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my [G] ass must get worse.
[Bb] Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs [F] I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and I'm [Bb] workin' in a D-Vash plant.
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Bb
C
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Gm
G
Bb
C
F
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ Well, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical [C] American town.
[F] I believe in God and sin for God and keep an old [Bb] passpro down.
And when it came my time to serve I [C] knew better dead than red.
[F] But when I got to my old draft board buddy this is [Bb] what I said.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I [F] got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't [F] no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and [Bb] I'm workin' in a D-Vash plant.
_ I got a dislocated disc and a racked up [Gm] back, I'm allergic to [C] flowers and bugs.
When the bombshell hits I get epileptic [F] fits, I'ma need to do a [Bb] thousand drugs.
I got no weakness, woes, I can't touch my [C] toes, I can hardly reach my knees.
[F] And if the enemy came close to me I'd [C] probably [Bb] start to sneeze.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart [Gm] dear, my poor old [C] invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' [G] to school and I'm workin' in a D [Bb]-Vash plant.
_ _ [Gm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ Well, I hate you Eli, I hope he [C] dies, but one thing you gotta see
[F] is that someone's gotta go over there and that someone [Bb] isn't me.
So I wish you well, Sarge, give them [C] hell, yeah, kill me a thousand or so.
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore, I'll be the [Bb] person that goes.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
[F] I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my [G] ass must get worse.
[Bb] Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs [F] I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and I'm [Bb] workin' in a D-Vash plant. _ _
[F] I believe in God and sin for God and keep an old [Bb] passpro down.
And when it came my time to serve I [C] knew better dead than red.
[F] But when I got to my old draft board buddy this is [Bb] what I said.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I [F] got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't [F] no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and [Bb] I'm workin' in a D-Vash plant.
_ I got a dislocated disc and a racked up [Gm] back, I'm allergic to [C] flowers and bugs.
When the bombshell hits I get epileptic [F] fits, I'ma need to do a [Bb] thousand drugs.
I got no weakness, woes, I can't touch my [C] toes, I can hardly reach my knees.
[F] And if the enemy came close to me I'd [C] probably [Bb] start to sneeze.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my ass must [Bb] get worse.
Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart [Gm] dear, my poor old [C] invalid aunt.
Hey, signs I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' [G] to school and I'm workin' in a D [Bb]-Vash plant.
_ _ [Gm] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ [Gm] _ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [G] _ _ [Bb] _ _ Well, I hate you Eli, I hope he [C] dies, but one thing you gotta see
[F] is that someone's gotta go over there and that someone [Bb] isn't me.
So I wish you well, Sarge, give them [C] hell, yeah, kill me a thousand or so.
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore, I'll be the [Bb] person that goes.
Sire, Jamone, King, King, I got a ruptured [C] spleen and a whole way scarier purse.
[F] I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, my [G] ass must get worse.
[Bb] Oh, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, [C] my poor old invalid aunt.
Hey, signs [F] I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school and I'm [Bb] workin' in a D-Vash plant. _ _