Phil Ochs
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war,
The young lad 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.
Chorus:
It's always the old to lead us to the war,
It's always the young to fall.
Now look at all we've won with the sable 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 up the might 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.