Oh, I marched to the Battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British wars
The young land started growin',
the young blood started flowin',
but I ain't marchin' anymore.
For I've killed my share of In dians
in a thousand different fights,
I was there at the Little Big Horn.
But I ain't marchin' 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
Tell me, is it worth it all?
For I stole California from
Fought in the bloody civil wars
Yes, I even killed my brothers
But I ain't marchin' anymore.
For I marched in the battles
In a war that was bound to end all wars.
I must have killed a million men,
and now they want me back again,
But I ain't marchin' anymore
Now look at all we've won
Tell me, is it worth it at all?
Boy, I flew the final missions
set off the mighty mushroom roar.
When I saw the cities burning,
I knew that I was learning,
but I ain't marching anymore.
The labor unions screaming
because they closed the missile plant.
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