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Not so long ago in Oklahoma
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The son of an Oakie preacher knelt to pray
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He said Lord I want to be a Christian soldier just like you
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And fight to build a new and better day.
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Now many years and miles from Okla homa
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That same young Oakie 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 thru another day.
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Cause Lord it's hard to be a Christian soldier
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when you tote a gun and it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry.
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But were playing cards, writing home, having lots of fun,
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Telling jokes and learnin' how to die.
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The things I've come to know seem so con fusin.
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It's getting hard to tell what's wrong from right.
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I can' t separate the winners from the losers anymore
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and I'm thinking off just giving up the fight.
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Cause Lord it's hard to be a Christian soldier
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when you tote a gun and it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry.
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But were playing cards, writing home, having lots of fun,
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Turning on and learnin' how to die.
