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A letter came today from my draft board |
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With trembling hands I read the questionnaire |
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It asked a lot of question 'bout my mama and my papa |
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That ain't exactly what I call fair |
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So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border |
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Vancouver might be just my kind of town |
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'Cause they ain't got 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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I guess he knows what's right and what is wrong |
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So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border |
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Vancouver might be just my kind of town |
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'Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order |
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That tends to keep a good man underground |
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Now I don't know how much I owe my uncle |
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I expect that it's more'n I can pay |
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He's asking me to sign a three year contract |
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I guess I'll catch the next bus out today |
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And I'm headed for the nearest foreign border |
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Vancouver might be just my kind of town |
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'Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order |
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That tends to keep a good man underground |
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And I'm headed for the nearest foreign border |
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Vancouver might be just my kind of town |
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'Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order |
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That tends to keep a good man underground |
