I Ain't Marching Anymore

Here's to the state of Mississippi, For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines, If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes, the calender is lyin' when it reads the

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there a

Jesus was a working man And a hero you will hear Born in the town of Bethlehem At the turning of the year At the turning of the year When Jesus was a little lad Streets rang with his name For he argued with the older men And put them all to shame He

Draft Dodger Rag Phil Ochs Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red" But when I got to my old

A C D A C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door Bm E A And you started building links on the Chain. Bm D E A On the Chain, you started building links on the Chain. When