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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" 

    C              G              C 
Now many years and miles from Oklahoma 
     G                                   C    C7 
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 
        F                             C 
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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