Gone With The Draft

Gone With The Draft - Nat King Cole (納·京·高爾)

Gone gone gone with the draft

Gone gone gone with the draft

Gone gone gone with the draft

When skinny me went out with my honey

The boys all started to laugh

But now it's not so funny

They're all gone with the draft

As a sheik I can't be beat

The boys all hand me a laugh

But since I have feet got flat

I'm not gone with the draft

I used to envy the fellows

Who had such a fine physique

But all they can say is "Hello"

On seven fifty a week

When the boys get back and see how I'm doin'

They'll be sorry they left

'Cause one can't keep on wooin'

And still be gone with the draft

When Franklin B did sign the draft

The cats all had a chill;

The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh

'Cause this is as serious bill

They now realize that skinny me

Was the luckiest one of all

Who can stay at home with Minnie

While they face the cannon ball

So boys take it on the chin

And always wear a smile

You'll find it hard to grin

Carrying fifty pounds for miles

When your year of drillin's up

You get to camp discharge

You can come back home and freshen up

And run around at large

Gone gone gone gone

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