Nat King Cole

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C     C/B   Am7             G
Gone, gone, gone with the draft,
C     C/B   Dm7             G    Fdim   Fdim(III)  G7
Gone, gone, gone with the draft...

G7    C     C/B     Am7          G         C        Em7          A7
When skinny me went out with my honey, the boys all started to laugh;
    C        C7      F   Bb9 C           Dm7           C   G
But now it's not so funny - they're all gone with the draft.

C     C/B     Am7        G        C        Em7        A7
As a shiek, I can't be beat - the boys all hand me a laugh.
     C       C7       F        Bb9 C        Dm7          C   G
But since I have got flat feet,    I'm not gone in the draft.

Bridge 1:
   C7     Gdim      F     Dm    C7       Gdim     F
I used to envy the fellows  who had such fine physiques;
     D           Gdim     G    Em7     Am7   D       G
But all they can say is "Hello"    on seven-fifty a week.

G7        C        C/B     Am7          G
When the boys get back and see how I'm doin', 
C           Em7         A7
they'll be sorry they laughed;
  C         C7            F     Bb9      C        Dm7            C   G
'Cause one can't keep on wooing     and still be gone with the draft.

Instrumental Interlude: 1 Verse, 1 Bridge and 1 Verse

G7     C     C/B    Am7        G         C       Em7     A7
When Franklyn D did sign the draft, the cats all had a chill;
     C           C7         F      Bb9            C        Dm7      C   G
The boys turned pale and ceased to laugh, 'cause this is a serious bill.

G7    C     C/B        Am7   G           C       Em7     A7
They now realize that skinny me was the luckiest one of all,
         C       C7        F    Bb9         C            Dm7      C   G
Who can stay at home with Minnie,    while they face the canon balls.

Bridge 2:
    C7          Gdim     F   Dm     C7     Gdim     F
So boys, take it on the chin,   and always wear a smile;
        D       Gdim         G     Em7  Am7   D          G
You'll find it hard to win carryin'    fifty pounds for miles.

G7          C     C/B      Am7  G      C         Em7      A7
When your year of drill is up,    you get your calves discharged,
         C         C7        F    Bb9      C     Dm7      C   G
You can come back home and freshen up, and run around at large.

Coda:
F   Fm7 Fdim(III)  C E7   Am7  G  F  A7

  C   Em7   F7     A7
Gone, gone, gone, gone with the 
  C     G      F7     A7     C   Fdim   Bb9
Draft, draft, draft, draft.