I Ain't Marchin' Anymore

Oh I Marched To,
The Battle Of New Orleans,
And The End Of The British War.
The Young Land 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 Little Big Horn,
I Heard Many Men Lying,
I Saw Many More Dying,
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,
With The Sabre And 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.

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 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' Anymore.

By-Phil Ochs