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Not so long ago, in Oklahoma
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The son of an Okie preacher knelt to pray
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He said, "Lord I wanna be a Christian soldier just like you
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And fight to build a new and better day"
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Now many years and miles from Oklahoma
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That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray
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But he don't pray to be no Christian soldier anymore
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He just prays to make it through another day
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'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier when you tote a gun
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And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry
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But we're playin' cards, writin' home, and havin' lots of fun
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Tellin' jokes and learnin' how to die
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You know the things I've come to know seem so confusing
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It's gettin' hard to tell what's wrong from right
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I can't separate the winners from the losers anymore
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And I'm thinking of just givin' up the fight
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