Flying Burrito Brothers

A letter came today from my draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionare
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
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
Hesa sking 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
[ My Uncle Lyrics ]