D G C D
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
G C D
At the end of the early British war
G C
The young land started growing
G
The young blood started flowing
C Am D
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
C Am D
It’s always the young to fall
Now look at all we’ve won with the sabre and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all
For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes I even killed my brother And so many others
And 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
(chorus)
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning
I knew that I was learning That I ain’t marchin’ anymore
Now the labor leader’s screamin’ 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’ any more.
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