Not so long ago in Oklahoma
The son of an Okie preacher knelt to pray
He said, "Lord I wanna be a Christian Soldier
just like you.
And fight to win a new and better day."
Now many years and miles from Oklahoma
That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray
but he don't pray to be no Christian Soldier any more.
He just prays to make it through another day
Chorus: Cause its hard to be a Christian Soldier
When you tote a gun
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry
But we're plying cards, writing home, and having lots of fun,
Telling jokes and learning how to die
(You know the things I've come to know seems so confusing
It's getting hard to tell what's wrong from right)
I can't seperate the winners from the losers anymore
And I'm thinking of just giving up the fight
Chorus: Cause its hard to be a Christian Soldier
When you tote a gun
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry
But we're plying cards, writing home, and ain't we having fun,
Turning on and learing how to die