Good Christian Soldier

Not so long ago, in Oklahoma

The son of an Okie preacher, knelt to pray

He said Lord I wanna be a Christian soldier, just like you

And fight to build a new, and better day

Now many years and miles, from Oklahoma

That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray

But he don't pray to be no Christian soldier, anymore

He just prays, to make it through, another day

'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier, when you tote a gun

And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry

But we're, playin' cards, writin' home, an' havin' lots of fun

Tellin' jokes and learnin' how to die

You know the things I've come to know, seem so confusin'

And it's gettin' hard to tell, what's wrong from right

I can't separate the winners from the losers anymore

And I'm thinkin' of just givin' up the fight

'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier, when you tote a gun

And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry

But we're, playin' cards, writin' home, an' ain't we havin' fun

Turnin' on and learnin' how to die