My Uncle

A letter came today from the draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionnaire
It asked me lots of things about my mama and papa
Now that aint what I call exactly fair
So Im headin for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
Cause they dont 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
So Im headin for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
Cause they dont need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground, oh yeah
Now, I dont know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect, its more than I can pay
Hes askin me to sign a three-year contract
I guess, Ill catch the first bus out today
So Im headin for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be just my kind of town
Cause they dont need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground
That tends to keep a good man underground