Oh, I
marched to the Battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
Young land started growing,
young blood started flowing
I ain't marching anymore
I killed my share of Indians
in a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lyin',
I saw many more dyin'
But I ain't marchin' anymore
And it's always the old
to lead us to the war
And it's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won,
the saber and the gun
Tell me, is it worth it all?
I stole California from the Mexican land
And I fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes, I even killed my brothers
and so many others
And I'm not marching anymore
For I marched to the battles
of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
One must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
And I ain't marching anymore
Well, it's al ways the old
To lead us to the wars
And 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 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 marching anymore
And the labor leaders screaming
When they closed 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 marching anymore
No, ain't marching anymore