My Uncle
Flying Burrito Brothers
A letter came today from the draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionaire
It asked me lots of things about my Mama and Papa
Now that ain't what I call exactly fair
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So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
'Cause they don't need 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
He must know what is right and what is wrong
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Now I don't know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect it's more than I can pay
He's asking me to sign a three year contract
I guess I'll catch the first bus south today
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