This here song was one of my favorites back in the early 60s. I had myself a car, and guitar - couldn't play a lick. Traded that Gibson for a bow ‘n arrow and a box of beer.
What ol’ Bobby Bare was singin’ about was what would happen to a lot of us in the 60s when UNCLE SAM would say. ”Here I am”. IT WAS CALLED THE DRAFT. It was a lottery. You registered, and ol Uncle Sam, Local draft boards, PULLED a number out - like it was Bingo - and your number was in that sequence.
You was headed for S. VIETNAM, for maybe for the rest of your life. There were ways to get deferments (Ol Dick Chenney had five of ‘em). And then there was a beautiful country called Canada. A cousin of mine still lives there.
Anywhoo… ol Bobby got drafted and his record Co. credited Bill Parsons with this NUMBAH 2 HIT. Talk about pissin’ on your shirt tail! It would take a few years before Bobby Bare would get his due, but eventually he would. He went country after getting’ out of the Army. He served his tour in Germany.
PARTY HEARTY, DRINK ONE FOR Me!
Miigwich Naygwonabe. That’s Ojibwe, thanks from Ruffled Feathers, First Chief of the Mille Lacs Band! Rat
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