I Ain't Marchin' Anymore missile plants. United Fruit screams at the
(Phil Ochs) Cuban shore. Call it peace or call it treason,
call it love or call it reason, But I ain't
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans At marchin' anymore, no, I ain't marchin' anymore.
the end of the early British war. A young land
started growin', the young blood started
flowin', But I ain't marchin' anymore. For I
killed my share of Injuns in a thousand
different fights, I was there at the Little Big
Horn. I heard many men a-lyin', saw many more
a-dyin', And I ain't marchin' anymore.
It's always the old to lead us to the
war, always the young to fall. Now
look at all we won with a sabre and a
gun, tell me, was 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, That
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. 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
skies, Set off the mighty mushroom roar. When I
saw the cities burnin', I knew that I was
learnin' That I ain't marchin' anymore. Now the
labor leader's screamin' when they close the