Paroles My uncle Steve Earle

My uncle

A letter came today from my draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionnaire
It asked me lots of things about my mamma and poppa
Now that aint what I call exactly fair

So Im headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be 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 headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be my kind of town
Cause they dont need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground

Now I dont know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect its more than I can pay
Hes asking me to sign a three year contract
I guess Ill catch the first bus out today

So Im headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver may be my kind of town
Cause they dont need the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground