G C D oh i marched to the battle of new orleans G C D at the end of the early british war G Am F Em a young land started growing, a young blood started flowing C Am D but i ain't a marching anymore G C D for i killed my share of indians in a thousand different fights G C D i was there at the little big horn G Am F Em i heard many men lying i saw many more dying C Am D and i ain't a marching anymore
C G it's always the old who lead us to the war C Em A it's always the young who fall C G D Em look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun C Am D tell me, was it worth it all? G C D for i stole california from the mexican lands G C D and i fought in the bloody civil war. G Am F Em yes i even killed my brothers and so many others C Am D so i ain't a marching anymore G C D for i marched to the battles of the german trench G C D in a war that was bound to end all wars G Am F Em and i must have killed a million men and now they want me back again C Am D but i ain't a marching anymore. G C D for i flew the final mission in the japanese skies G C D and i set off the mighty mushroom roar G Am C D when i saw their cities burning, i knew that i was learning C Am D that i ain't a marching anymore G C D now the labour leader's screaming when they close the missile plants G C D united fruit screams at the cuban shore G Am F Em call it peace or call it treason, call it love or call it reason. C Am D but i ain't a marching anymore.