Joan Baez - Where's My Apple Pie? - Текст песни

(Words and Music by Joan Baez) 

Been sitting on old park benches 
Brother, hasn't it been fun? 
But you remember me from the trenches 
I fought in World War One 
Yes, you saw us off at the troop train 
Smiling a brave goodbye 
But where were you when we came home 
To claim our apple pie 

Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? 
Where's our apple pie? 
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield 
Now where's our apple pie? 

World War Two was a favorite 
God was surely on our side 
The teenage kids enlisted with 
The blessings of their daddys' pride 
Well the wars may change but not so the glaze 
In the young boys' eyes 
When they cry out for their mamas 
In the hours before they die 

Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? 
Where's our apple pie? 
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield 
Now where's our apple pie? 

I volunteered for the last one 
And I don't want to moralize 
But somehow I thought we deserved the best 
For the way we threw away our lives 
For we all believed in something 
I know it wasn't very clear 
But I know it wasn't rats in a hospital room 
And a broken-down wheelchair 

Oh where's our apple pie, my friends? 
Where's our apple pie? 
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield 
Now where's our apple pie? 

Yes, Johnny finally got his gun 
Before he got his apple pie 
Now he hasn't got a hand to eat it with 
But still he doesn't want to die 
Because he prefers to go on fighting 
And let his baby brother know 
When the next time around the call goes out 
It's "Hell no, we won't go!" 

There'll be no World War Three, my friends 
There'll be no World War Three 
We've walked and wheeled from the battlefield 
There'll be no World War Three