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