A letter came today from my draftboard
With tremblin hands I read the questionaire
It asked alot of questions 'bout my mama and my papa
That ain't exactly what I call fair
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground
A sad old soldier once told me a story
About a battlefield that he was on
He said a man should never fight for glory
I guess he knows what's right and what is wrong
CHORUS
Ya'll I don't know how much I owe my uncle
I expect that it's more than I can pay
He's askin' me to sign a three year contract
I guess I'll catch the next bus out today
CHORUS (2X)