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Wartime Blues
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Hell if I even know anymore

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Oh I marched to the Battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore

For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lying
I saw many more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore

It's always the old to lead us to the war
Always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all?

For I stole California from the Mexican lands
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes, I even killed my brother
And so many others
But I ain't marchin' anymore

For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore

It's always the old to lead us to the war
Always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all?

For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I watched the cities burning
I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore

Now the labor leader's screaming when they close the missile plants
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore
Call it "peace" or call it "treason"
Call it "love" or call it "reason"
But I ain't marchin' anymore

No I ain't marchin' anymore.



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