This is called With God on Your Side.
Oh, my name, it ain't nothing.
My age, it is less.
The country I come from is called the Midwest.
I was taught and brought up there the laws to abide.
And that the land that I live in has God on its side.
The history books tell it,
they tell it so well.
The cavalry's charged,
the Indians fell.
The cavalry's 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 was made to
memorize with guns in their
hands and God on their side.
The First World War bars closed out its feet.
The reason for fighting,
I never got straight.
But I learned to accept it,
accept it with pride.
For you don't count the dead when God's on your side.
The Second World War,
it came to an end.
We forgave the Germans,
and then we were friends.
And though they murdered six million,
in the ovens they fried.
The Germans now, too,
have God on their side.
I've learned to hate the 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 chemical dust.
If fire them, we're forced to,
then fire them we must.
One push of the button,
and it shot the world wide.
And you never ask questions when God's on your side.
Through many dark hour,
I've been thinking 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 leaving,
I'm weary as hell.
The confusion I'm feeling,
ain't no tongue can tell.
The words fill my head,
and they fall to the floor.
That if God is on our side,
he'll stop the next war.