My Uncle

My Uncle
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作詞:HILLMAN CHRIS/PARSONS GRAM

作曲:HILLMAN CHRIS/PARSONS GRAM

A letter came today from my
draft board
With trembling hands I read the
questionare
It asked me lots of things
about my mamma and poppa
Now that ain't what I call
exactly fair
So I'm headed for the nearest
foreign border
Vancouver may be 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

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