Lyrics My Uncle - Steve Earle

A letter came today from my draft board
With trembling hands I read the questionnaire
And it asked a lot of things 'bout my mama and papa
That ain't exactly what I call fair

So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
'Cause they ain't got 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
I guess he knows what's right and what is wrong

So I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
'Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground

Now I don't know how much I owe my uncle
I expext that it's more than I can pay
He's asking me to sign a three-year contract
I guess I'll catch the nextt bus out today

And I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
'Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground

And I'm headed for the nearest foreign border
Vancouver might be just my kind of town
'Cause they ain't got the kind of law and order
That tends to keep a good man underground