[Verse 1]
Oh, I marched to the Battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
A young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marching anymore
[Verse 2]
For I killed my share of Indians in a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men a-lying
I saw many more a-dying
But I ain't marching anymore
[Bridge]
It's always the old to lead us to the war
Always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with a saber and a gun
Tell me was it worth it all?
[Verse 3]
For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes, I even killed my brothers
And so many others
But I ain't marching anymore
Oh, I marched to the Battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
A young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marching anymore
[Verse 2]
For I killed my share of Indians in a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men a-lying
I saw many more a-dying
But I ain't marching anymore
[Bridge]
It's always the old to lead us to the war
Always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with a saber and a gun
Tell me was it worth it all?
[Verse 3]
For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes, I even killed my brothers
And so many others
But I ain't marching anymore
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