(Phil Ochs)
I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British wars
The young men started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' any more
For I killed my share of Indians in a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men a-lying
I saw many more a-dying
But I ain't marchin' any more
It's always the old who lead us to the wars
Always the young to fall
Now look at what we've won with our sabre and our 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 brothers
And so many others
But I ain't marchin' any more
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' any more
It's always the old who lead us to the wars
Always the young to fall
Now look at what we've won with our sabre and our 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 saw the cities burnin'
I knew that I was learnin'
That I ain't marchin' any more
Now the labour leaders screaming when they close a missile plant
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
I ain't marchin' any more