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 marching 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 marching anymore.
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 saber 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 brothers
And so many others,
But I ain't marching 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 marching anymore.
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 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 saw the cities burning, I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marching 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 marching anymore,
No, I ain't marching anymore.