Steve Earle

A letter came today from my draftboard,
With tremblin hands I read the questionaire,
It asked alot of questions bout my mama and my papa,
That ain't exactly what I call fair,
(chorus)
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border,
Vancouver might be just my kind of town,
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order,
That tends to keep a good man underground,
(verse 2)
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
I guess he knows what's right and what is wrong
(chorus)
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border,
Vancouver might be just my kind of town,
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order,
That tends to keep a good man underground,
(verse 3)
Ya'll I don't know how much I owe my uncle,
I expect that it's more than I can pay,
He's askin' me to sign a three year contract,
I guess I'll catch the next bus out today,
(chorus)
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border,
Vancouver might be just my kind of town,
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order,
That tends to keep a good man underground,
(chorus)
So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border,
Vancouver might be just my kind of town,
Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order,
That tends to keep a good man underground,