Uncle Sam - Lindisfarne, Alan Hull, Ray Jackson

The word of mouth has reached my ears

We just became volunteers

I can’t picture you in uniform

Your heart is much too frail

You’re better off in jail

They asked us both to join their gang

Said «Could it be you’d rather hang?»

Don’t want you to die for me

Why should I for you?

Hope you see it too

Well, I’m going across the border

Watch what happens to me

Well, I’m going across the border

Watch what happens to me

With my name on the blacklist

I can find a new place to be

And if they still come looking

On the road is where I’ll be

And if they still come looking

On the road is where I’ll be