My Uncle — текст песни (Steve Earle)

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