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I Ain't Marchin' Anymore
(Phil Ochs)

GCD
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans At
GCDG
the end of the early British war. A young land
CAmF
started growin', the young blood started
EmAmD
flowin', But I ain't marchin' anymore. For I
GCD
killed my share of Injuns in a thousand
GC
different fights, I was there at the Little Big
DGCAmF
Horn. I heard many men a-lyin', saw many more
EmAmD
a-dyin', And I ain't marchin' anymore.
[chorus]:
    CG
    It's always the old to lead us to the
    CEmA
    war, always the young to fall. Now
    CBm
    look at all we won with a sabre and a
     
    EmCAmD
    gun, tell me, was it worth it all?
GCD
For I stole California from the Mexican land,
GCDG
Fought in the bloody Civil War. Yes, I even
CAmFEm
killed my brothers and so many others, That
AmDG
I ain't marchin' anymore. For I marched to the
CDG
battles of the German trench, In a war that was
CDG
bound to end all wars. I must have killed a
CAmFEm
million men and now they want me back again, But
AmD
I ain't marchin' anymore.
[chorus]
GCD
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese
GCD
skies, Set off the mighty mushroom roar. When I
GCAmF
saw the cities burnin', I knew that I was
     
EmAmD
learnin' That I ain't marchin' anymore. Now the
GCD
labor leader's screamin' when they close the
GC
missile plants. United Fruit screams at the
DGCAm
Cuban shore. Call it peace or call it treason,
FEmAm
call it love or call it reason, But I ain't
DAmD
marchin' anymore, no, I ain't marchin' anymore.

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.                                                                  
                                                                                                        
[chorus]:                                                                                               
    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.                                                                               
                                                                                                        
[chorus]                                                                                                
                                                                                                        
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