| He was talkin' 'bout the army
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| While he passed his pipe around
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| An American deserter
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| Who found peace on Swedish ground
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| He had joined to seek adventure
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| And to prove himself a man
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| But they tried to crush his spirit
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| 'Til his conscience ruined their plans
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| And we thought of those who suffer
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| For the sake of honesty
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| All those who refuse to follow
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| Traitors to humanity
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| Here’s to all the draft resisters
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| Who will fight for sanity
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| When they march them off to prison
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| In this land of liberty
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| Heed the threat and awesome power
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| Of the mighty Pentagon
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| Which is wasting precious millions
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| On the toys of Washington
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| Don’t forget the Draft Resisters
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| And their silent, lonely plea
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| When they march 'em off to prison
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| They will go for you and me
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| Shame, disgrace and all dishonor
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| Wrongly placed upon their heads
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| Will not rob them of the courage
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| Which betrays the innocent |