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