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.                                                                  
                                                                                                        
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    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.                                                                               
                                                                                                        
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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