| Oh my name it is nothin'
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| My age it means less
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| The country I come from
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| Is called the Midwest
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| I’s taught and brought up there
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| The laws to abide
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| And that land that I live in Has God on its side.
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| Oh the history books tell it They tell it so well
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| The cavalries charged
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| The Indians fell
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| The cavalries charged
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| The Indians died
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| Oh the country was young
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| With God on its side.
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| Oh the Spanish-American
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| War had its day
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| And the Civil War too
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| Was soon laid away
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| And the names of the heroes
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| I’s made to memorize
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| With guns in their hands
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| And God on their side.
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| Oh the First World War, boys
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| It closed out its fate
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| The reason for fighting
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| I never got straight
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| But I learned to accept it Accept it with pride
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| For you don’t count the dead
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| When God’s on your side.
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| When the Second World War
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| Came to an end
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| We forgave the Germans
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| And we were friends
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| Though they murdered six million
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| In the ovens they fried
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| The Germans now too
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| Have God on their side.
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| I’ve learned to hate Russians
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| All through my whole life
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| If another war starts
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| It’s them we must fight
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| To hate them and fear them
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| To run and to hide
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| And accept it all bravely
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| With God on my side.
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| But now we got weapons
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| Of the chemical dust
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| If fire them we’re forced to Then fire them we must
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| One push of the button
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| And a shot the world wide
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| And you never ask questions
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| When God’s on your side.
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| In a many dark hour
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| I’ve been thinkin' about this
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| That Jesus Christ
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| Was betrayed by a kiss
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| But I can’t think for you
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| You’ll have to decide
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| Whether Judas Iscariot
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| Had God on his side.
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| So now as I’m leavin'
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| I’m weary as Hell
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| The confusion I’m feelin'
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| Ain’t no tongue can tell
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| The words fill my head
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| And fall to the floor
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| If God’s on our side
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| He’ll stop the next war. |