I still have got two chances!

From A treasury of American anecdotes; sly, salty, shaggy stories of heroes and hellions, beguilers and buffoons, spellbinders and scapegoats, gagsters and gossips, from the grassroots and sidewalks of America by Benjamin Albert Botkin. 

A hillbilly walked down the street near the draft board. A neighbor said, “You had better stay away—you are liable to get drafted." The boy, who actually had not even heard of the war, was unable to understand. The neighbor explained the situation. The hillbilly said, “Well, I always figure I have got two chances: I might get drafted and I might not. And even if I’m drafted, I still have two chances: I might pass and I might not. And if I pass, I still have two chances: I might go across and I might not. And even if I go across, I still have two chances: I might get shot and I might not. And even if I get shot, I still have two chances: I might die, and I might not. And even if I die, I still have got two chances!"