| Song | An American Draft Dodger In Thunder Bay |
| Artist | Sam Roberts |
| Album | Chemical City |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Roberts | |
| 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 onYou'd better take up your gun and fightI got nothing against them Viet CongWhat did they do so 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 till 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 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 town and you're understood | |
| You can't ask what you're asking me to do | |
| And I hope you understand when | |
| I refuseI'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 town | |
| And you're understood |
| zuo qu : Roberts | |
| 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 onYou' d better take up your gun and fightI got nothing against them Viet CongWhat did they do so 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 till 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 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 town and you' re understood | |
| You can' t ask what you' re asking me to do | |
| And I hope you understand when | |
| I refuseI' 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 town | |
| And you' re understood |
| zuò qǔ : Roberts | |
| 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 onYou' d better take up your gun and fightI got nothing against them Viet CongWhat did they do so 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 till 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 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 town and you' re understood | |
| You can' t ask what you' re asking me to do | |
| And I hope you understand when | |
| I refuseI' 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 town | |
| And you' re understood |