Roberts, Sam - An American Draft Dodger In Thunder Bay Lyrics




He was born in a small town
And he was given every reason to stay
Hallelujah, Mississippi, postcard living no sign of decay
Till Vietnam moved next door, then Hallelujah was off to war
In the dream he couldn't finish the deed
He didn't smoke any weed so why leave?

Going where I can't be found
And I won't be coming 'round

His father Tom said you better sign on
You'd better take up your gun and fight
I got nothing against them Viet Cong
What did they do wrong and why am I right?

He's on his way to Thunder Bay
Crossed the border late at night
And it was high stakes until he saw the Great Lakes
And he felt the cold wind bite

Going where I can't be found
And I won't be coming 'round
No, I'm an American on the Canadian Shield
And I'm putting down roots in your frozen fields
It gets cold but you feel so good to be a stranger in a town and you're understood

Missing his home, he would wake up in a cold sweat
And pick up the phone and hope that Tom found a way to forget
He's been teaching at the high school, learning the game
In Thunder Bay we're all the same
He's one of us, he has our trust
But there's no going back once the line is crossed

I'm an American on the Canadian Shield
And I'm putting down roots in your frozen fields
It gets cold but you feel so good to be a stranger in a town and you're understood

You can't ask what you're asking me to do
And I hope you understand when I refuse
I'm going North with my point of view
And I'm never gonna think the same as you
And I'm where I can't be found
And I won't be coming 'round
No, I'm an American on the Canadian Shield
And I'm putting down roots in your frozen fields
It gets cold but you feel so good to be a stranger in a town and you're understood





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Roberts, Sam An American Draft Dodger In Thunder Bay Comments
  1. Travis Gray

    I hope the next time I hear this that I'm dodging draft in a National Park on Lake Superior.

  2. Royal Rose

    He was born in a small town
    And he was given every reason to stay
    Hallelujah, Mississippi, postcard living no sign of decay
    Till Vietnam moved next door, then Hallelujah was off to war
    In the dream he couldn't finish the deed
    He didn't smoke any weed so why leave?

    Going where I can't be found
    And I won't be coming 'round

    His father Tom said you better sign on
    You'd better take up your gun and fight
    I got nothing against them Viet Cong
    What did they do wrong and why am I right?

    He's on his way to Thunder Bay
    Crossed the border late at night
    And it was high stakes until he saw the Great Lakes
    And he felt the cold wind bite

    Going where I can't be found
    And I won't be coming 'round
    No, I'm an American on the Canadian Shield
    And I'm putting down roots in your frozen fields
    It gets cold but you feel so good to be a stranger in a town and you're understood

    Missing his home, he would wake up in a cold sweat
    And pick up the phone and hope that Tom found a way to forget
    He's been teaching at the high school, learning the game
    In Thunder Bay we're all the same
    He's one of us, he has our trust
    But there's no going back once the line is crossed

    I'm an American on the Canadian Shield
    And I'm putting down roots in your frozen fields
    It gets cold but you feel so good to be a stranger in a town and you're understood

    You can't ask what you're asking me to do
    And I hope you understand when I refuse
    I'm going North with my point of view
    And I'm never gonna think the same as you

    And I'm where I can't be found
    And I won't be coming 'round
    No, I'm an American on the Canadian Shield
    And I'm putting down roots in your frozen fields
    It gets cold but you feel so good to be a stranger in a town and you're understood

  3. Luke Barhow

    The only comment to appreciate this song.