• Song:

    Gone With The Draft

  • Artist:

    Nat King Cole

  • Album:

    Mona Lisa

C5     C5   A5             G5           C5     C5   D5             G5    F5   F5  G5 
Gone, gone, gone with the draft, gone, gone, gone with the draft 
G5    C5     C5     A5          G5         C5        E5          A5 
When skinny me went out with my honey, the boys all started to laugh; 
    C5        C5      F5   Bb5  C5           D5           C5   G5 
But now it's not so funny  they're all gone with the draft. 
C5     C5     A5        G5         C5        E5        A5 
As a shiek, I can't be beat  the boys all hand me a laugh. 
     C5       C5       F5        Bb5 C5        D5          C5   G5 
But since I have got flat feet,    I'm not gone in the draft. 

Bridge one: 
   C5     G5      F5     D5    C5       G5     F5 
I used to envy the fellows  who had such fine physiques; 
     D5           G5     G5    E5     A5   D5       G5 
But all they can say is "Hello"    on seven-fifty a week. 
G5        C5        C5     A5          G5                    C5           E5         A5 
When the boys get back and see how I'm doin', they'll be sorry they laughed; 
  C5         C5            F5      Bb5      C5        D5            C5   G5 
'Cause one can't keep on wooing      and still be gone with the draft. 

Instrumental : one verse, one bridge and one berse 
G5     C5     C5    A5        G5         C5       E5     A5 
When Franklyn D did sign the draft, the cats all had a chill; 
     C5           C5         F5      Bb5            C5        D5      C5   G5 
The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh, 'cause this is a serious bill. 
G5    C5     C5        A5   G5           C5       E5     A5 
They now realize that skinny me was the luckiest one of all, 
         C5       C5        F5    Bb5         C5            D5      C5   G5 
Who can stay at home with Minnie,    while they face the canon balls. 

Bridge two: 
    C5          G5     F5    D5     C5     G5     F5 
So boys, take it on the chin,    and always wear a smile; 
        D5       G5         G5      E5  A5   D5          G5 
You'll find it hard to win carryin'     fifty pounds for miles. 
G5          C5     C5      A5   G5      C5         E5      A5 
When your year of drill is up,     you get your calves discharged, 
         C5         C5        F5    Bb5      C5     D5      C5   G5 
You can come back home and freshen up, and run around at large. 

Coda: 
F5   F5  F5  C5  E5   A5  G5  F5  A5 

  C5   E5   F5     A5 
Gone, gone, gone, gone with the  
C5     G5      F5     A5     C5  F5  Bb5 
Draft, draft, draft, draft.
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