My Uncle

My Uncle - The 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 ain't what I call exactly fair

So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border

Vancouver may be my kind of town

Cause they don't 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 I'm headed for the nearest foreign border

Vancouver may be my kind of town

That tends to keep a good man underground

Now I don't know how much I owe my uncle

But I suspect it's more than I can pay

He'sa sking me to sign a three year contract

I guess I'll catch the first bus out today

So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border

Vancouver may be my kind of town

Cause they don't need the kind of law and order

That tends to keep a good man underground

That tends to keep a good man underground