| Song | I Ain't Marching Anymore |
| Artist | Phil Ochs |
| Album | Rhino Hi-Five: Phil Ochs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : BRITT, CATHERINE ELIZABETH/BETHARD, CA | |
| 作词 : Ochs | |
| Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans, | |
| At the end of the early British wars. | |
| The young land started growing, | |
| The young blood started flowing. | |
| But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
| Oh I killed my share of Injuns 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 a-marching anymore! | |
| It's always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
| Always the young to fall. | |
| Now look at what we've won with a saber and a gun. | |
| Tell me is 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. | |
| But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
| For I marched to the battle of the German trench, | |
| In a war that was bound to end all wars. | |
| Oh I must have killed a million men, | |
| And now they want me back again. | |
| But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
| It's always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
| Always the young to fall. | |
| Now look at what we've won with a saber and a gun. | |
| Tell me is it worth it all? | |
| For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky, | |
| Set off the mighty mushroom roar. | |
| But I saw the cities burnin', | |
| And I knew that I was learnin', | |
| That I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
| Now the labor leader's screamin' when they closed the missile plant, | |
| United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. | |
| Call it peace or call it treason, | |
| Call it love or call it reason. | |
| But I ain't a-marching anymore! | |
| I ain't a-marching anymore! |
| zuo qu : BRITT, CATHERINE ELIZABETH BETHARD, CA | |
| zuo ci : Ochs | |
| Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans, | |
| At the end of the early British wars. | |
| The young land started growing, | |
| The young blood started flowing. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| Oh I killed my share of Injuns in a thousand different fights, | |
| I was there at the Little Big Horn. | |
| I heard many men alying, | |
| I saw many more adying. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
| Always the young to fall. | |
| Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
| Tell me is 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. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| For I marched to the battle of the German trench, | |
| In a war that was bound to end all wars. | |
| Oh I must have killed a million men, | |
| And now they want me back again. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
| Always the young to fall. | |
| Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
| Tell me is it worth it all? | |
| For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky, | |
| Set off the mighty mushroom roar. | |
| But I saw the cities burnin', | |
| And I knew that I was learnin', | |
| That I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| Now the labor leader' s screamin' when they closed the missile plant, | |
| United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. | |
| Call it peace or call it treason, | |
| Call it love or call it reason. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| I ain' t amarching anymore! |
| zuò qǔ : BRITT, CATHERINE ELIZABETH BETHARD, CA | |
| zuò cí : Ochs | |
| Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans, | |
| At the end of the early British wars. | |
| The young land started growing, | |
| The young blood started flowing. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| Oh I killed my share of Injuns in a thousand different fights, | |
| I was there at the Little Big Horn. | |
| I heard many men alying, | |
| I saw many more adying. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
| Always the young to fall. | |
| Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
| Tell me is 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. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| For I marched to the battle of the German trench, | |
| In a war that was bound to end all wars. | |
| Oh I must have killed a million men, | |
| And now they want me back again. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| It' s always the old to lead us to the wars, | |
| Always the young to fall. | |
| Now look at what we' ve won with a saber and a gun. | |
| Tell me is it worth it all? | |
| For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky, | |
| Set off the mighty mushroom roar. | |
| But I saw the cities burnin', | |
| And I knew that I was learnin', | |
| That I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| Now the labor leader' s screamin' when they closed the missile plant, | |
| United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore. | |
| Call it peace or call it treason, | |
| Call it love or call it reason. | |
| But I ain' t amarching anymore! | |
| I ain' t amarching anymore! |