The Deserter Songtext
von Andy Chango

Dear Mr. President
I′m writing you a letter
I hope that you can read it
If you can spare the time
'Cause I′ve just received
A call to active duty
To leave my home and fight your war
This Wednesday night at nine
Mr. President
I don't think I should go
I don't think I was put on Earth
To kill the poor people
I don′t mean to get you mad at all
I′m informing all y'all
That my decision′s final
I plan to go AWOL
Since I've been alive
I′ve seen my father die
Brothers and sisters go away
Too many children cry


My mama suffered so
That from beyond her grave I know
She's cussing out Kate Smith and Irving Berlin
And the ordinance you throw
And when I was inside
Somebody stole my wife
They took away my soul
And what had been my life
So tomorrow, break of day
I′ll barricade the doorway
On all those long dead years
And find my own damn way
I'll thumb my life away
Along the lonesome highway
From Maine to Californ-i-a
And this is what I'll say
Refuse to obey
To do just what they say
Refuse to fight their war for them
Refuse to march away
If there′s gonna be bloodshed
Why shouldn′t some be yours?
With all you have done and said
Yes, you, Mr. President
Come and get me if you will
And alert the Texas Rangers
I'll be unarmed and dangerous
And they should shoot to kill