Soldiers Who Want to Be Heroes - Rod McKuen

Come and take my eldest son, Show him how to shoot a gun

Wipe his eyes if he starts to cry When the bullets fly.

Give him a rifle, take his hoe, Show him a field where he can go

To lay his body down and die Without asking why Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes

number practically zero

But there are millions who want to be civilians

Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes number practically zero

But there are millions who want to be civilians Sticks and stones can break

your bones, Even names can hurt you

But the thing that hurts the most Is when a man deserts you

Don’t you think it’s time to weed The leaders that no longer lead

From the people of the land Who’d like to see their sons again?

Soldiers Who

Want To Be Heroes number practically zero

But there are millions who want to be civilians

Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes number practically zero

But there are millions who want to be civilians God if men could only see The

lessons taught by history

That all the singers of this song Cannot right a single wrong

Let all men of good will Stay in the fields they have to till

Feed the mouths they have to fill And cast away their arms Soldiers Who Want To

Be Heroes number practically zero

But there are millions who want to be civilians

Soldiers Who Want To Be Heroes number practically zero

But there are millions who want to be civilians