Not so long ago in Oklahoma
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The son of an Okie preacher knelt to pray
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He said Lord I wanna 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 Oklahoma
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That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray
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But he don't pray to be a Christian soldier anymore
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He just prays to make it through another day.
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'Cause Lord it's hard to be a Christian soldier when you tote a gun
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It hurts to have to watch a grown man cry
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But we're playin' cards and writin' home and havin' lots of fun
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Telling jokes and learning how to die.
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Things I'm seeing now seem so confusin'
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Lord it's gettin' 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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So I'm thinking bout just giving up the fight.
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'Cause Lord it's hard to be a Christian soldier when you tote a gun
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It hurts to have to watch a grown man cry
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But we're playin' cards and writin' home and havin' lots of fun
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Telling jokes and learning how to die...
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Good Christian Soldier
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| Bobby Bare |
