D
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D
Not so long ago in Oklahoma
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D
The son of an Oakie preacher knelt to pray
C
D7
G
D
He said Lo rd I want to be a Christian soldier just like you
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A7
And fight to build a new and better day.
D
A7
D
Now many years and miles from Okla homa
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D
C
That same young Oakie boy still kneels to pray
D7
G
D
But he don’t pray to be no Christian soldier anymore
E7
A7
D
He just prays to make it thru another day.
D
C
D7
G
Cause Lord it’s hard to be a Christian soldier
D
G
D
when you tote a gun and it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry.
C
D7
G
A7
D
But were playing cards, writing home, having lots of fun,
G
D
Telling jokes and learnin’ how to die.
D
A7
D
The things I’ve come to know seem so con fusin.
A
D
It’s getting hard to tell what’s wrong from right.
C
D7
G
D
I can’ t separate the winners from the losers anymore
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A7
D
and I’m thinking off just giving up the fight.
D
C
D7
G
Cause Lord it’s hard to be a Christian soldier
D
G
D
when you tote a gun and it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry.
C
D7
G
A7
D
But were playing cards, writing home, having lots of fun,
G
D
Turning on and learnin’ how to die.
D
A
C
A7
D7
E7
G