Tom: D
G A D A G A D A D
[Verse 1]
G A D
A letter came today from my draftboard
D A
With tremblin hands I read the questionaire
G A D
It asked alot of questions 'bout my mama and my papa
A D
That ain't exactly what I call fair
[Chorus]
G A D
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
D A
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
G A D
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order
A D
That tends to keep a good man underground
[Bridge]
G A D D A G A D A D (same as chorus)
[Verse 2]
G A D
A sad old soldier once told me a story
A
About a battlefield that he was on
G A D
He said a man should never fight for glory
A D
I guess he knows what's right and what is wrong
[Chorus]
G A D
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
D A
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
G A D
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order
A D
That tends to keep a good man underground
[Bridge]
G A D D A G A D A D (same as chorus)
[Verse 3]
G A D
Ya'll I don't know how much I owe my uncle
A
I expect that it's more than I can pay
G A D
He's askin' me to sign a three year contract
A D
I guess I'll catch the next bus out today
[Chorus]
G A D
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
D A
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
G A D
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order
A D
That tends to keep a good man underground
