Lyrics:
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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