| Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
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| At the end of the early British war
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| The young land started growing
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| The young blood started flowing
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| But I ain’t marchin’anymore
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| For I’ve killed my share of Indians
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| In a thousand different fights
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| I was there at the Little Big Horn
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| I heard many men lying I saw many more dying
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| But I ain’t marchin’anymore
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| It’s always the old to lead us to the war
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| It’s always the young to fall
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| Now look at all we’ve won with the saber and the gun
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| Tell me is it worth it all
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| For I stole California from the Mexican land
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| Fought in the bloody Civil War
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| Yes I even killed my brothers
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| And so many others But I ain’t marchin’anymore
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| For I marched to the battles of the German trench
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| In a war that was bound to end all wars
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| Oh I must have killed a million men
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| And now they want me back again
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| But I ain’t marchin’anymore
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| For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
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| Set off the mighty mushroom roar
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| When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning
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| That I ain’t marchin’anymore
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| Now the labor leader’s screamin'
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| when they close the missile plants,
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| United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore,
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| Call it «Peace"or call it «Treason,»
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| Call it «Love"or call it «Reason,»
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| But I ain’t marchin’any more,
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| No I ain’t marchin’any more |