Ochs Phil

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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.