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Gone With the Draft

Nat King Cole
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Nat King Cole


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 shiek I can't be beat‎
the boys all hand me a laugh
But since I have got flat feet
I'm not gone in the draft.‎

I used to envy the fellows ‎
who had such fine physiques
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 laughed
‎'Cause one can't keep on wooing ‎
and still be gone with the draft.‎

When Franklyn D did sign the draft, ‎
the cats all had a chill
The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh
‎'cause this is a 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 balls.‎

So boys, take it on the chin
and always wear a smile
You'll find it hard to win ‎
carryin' fifty pounds for miles.‎

When your year of drill is up
you get your calves discharged,
You can come back home and freshen up‎
and run around at large.‎

Gone, gone, gone, gone ‎
with the draft, draft, draft, draft…‎



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