|
Oh my name it is nothin' |
|
My age it means less |
|
The country I come from |
|
Is called the Midwest |
|
I's taught and brought up there |
|
The laws to abide |
|
And the land that I live in |
|
Has God on its side. |
|
Oh the history books tell it |
|
They tell it so well |
|
The cavalries charged |
|
The Indians fell |
|
The cavalries charged |
|
The Indians died |
|
Oh the country was young |
|
With God on its side. |
|
The Spanish-American |
|
War had its day |
|
And the Civil War too |
|
Was soon laid away |
|
And the names of the heroes |
|
I's made to memorize |
|
With guns on their hands |
|
And God on their side. |
|
The First World War, boys |
|
It came and it went |
|
The reason for fighting |
|
I never did get |
|
But I learned to accept it |
|
Accept it with pride |
|
For you don't count the dead |
|
When God's on your side. |
|
When the Second World War |
|
Came to an end |
|
We forgave the Germans |
|
And then we were friends |
|
Though they murdered six million |
|
In the ovens they fried |
|
The Germans now too |
|
Have God on their side. |
|
I've learned to hate Russians |
|
All through my whole life |
|
If another war comes |
|
It's them we must fight |
|
To hate them and fear them |
|
To run and to hide |
|
And accept it all bravely |
|
With God on my side. |
|
But now we got weapons |
|
Of the chemical dust |
|
If fire them we're forced to |
|
Then fire them we must |
|
One push of the button |
|
And a shot the world wide |
|
And you never ask questions |
|
When God's on your side. |
|
In a many dark hour |
|
I've been thinkin' about this |
|
That Jesus Christ |
|
Was betrayed by a kiss |
|
But I can't think for you |
|
You'll have to decide |
|
Whether Judas Iscariot |
|
Had God on his side. |
|
So now as I'm leavin' |
|
I'm weary as Hell |
|
The confusion I'm feelin' |
|
Ain't no tongue can tell |
|
The words fill my head |
|
And fall to the floor |
|
If God's on our side |
|
He'll stop the next war. |
