| 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 heading for the nearest foreign border
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| Vancouver may be just my kind of town
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| Because 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 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 heading for the nearest foreign border
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| Vancouver may be just my kind of town
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| Because they don’t need the kind of law and order
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| That tends to keep a good man underground, yeah now,
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| 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 asking 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 heading for the nearest foreign border
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| Vancouver may be just my kind of town
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| Because 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 |