Oh my name it is nothin'
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My age it means less
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The country I come from
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Is called the Midwest
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I's taught and brought up there
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The laws to abide
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And the land that I live in
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Has God on its side.
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Oh the history books tell it
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They tell it so well
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The cavalries charged
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The Indians fell
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The cavalries charged
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The Indians died
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Oh the country was young
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With God on its side.
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The Spanish-American
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War had its day
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And the Civil War too
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Was soon laid away
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And the names of the heroes
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I's made to memorize
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With guns on their hands
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And God on their side.
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The First World War, boys
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It came and it went
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The reason for fighting
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I never did get
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But I learned to accept it
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Accept it with pride
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For you don't count the dead
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When God's on your side.
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When the Second World War
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Came to an end
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We forgave the Germans
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And then we were friends
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Though they murdered six million
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In the ovens they fried
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The Germans now too
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Have God on their side.
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I've learned to hate Russians
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All through my whole life
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If another war comes
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It's them we must fight
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To hate them and fear them
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To run and to hide
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And accept it all bravely
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With God on my side.
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But now we got weapons
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Of the chemical dust
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If fire them we're forced to
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Then fire them we must
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One push of the button
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And a shot the world wide
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And you never ask questions
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When God's on your side.
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In a many dark hour
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I've been thinkin' about this
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That Jesus Christ
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Was betrayed by a kiss
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But I can't think for you
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You'll have to decide
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Whether Judas Iscariot
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Had God on his side.
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So now as I'm leavin'
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I'm weary as Hell
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The confusion I'm feelin'
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Ain't no tongue can tell
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The words fill my head
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And fall to the floor
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If God's on our side
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He'll stop the next war.
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With God On Our Side
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| Bob Dylan |
