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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
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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.
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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.
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