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