Don't Make My Brother Fight

The army called my house today

The sergeant made me cry

He was looking for my brother

And I wanted to know why

He said, "The boy is nearly grown

And he really ought to know

He can protect our way of life

And help this country grow"

I know the war's for freedom

And I know it's for my rights

But please old Uncle Sam, sir

Don't make my brother fight

He's barely seventeen, sir

And he's never held a gun

I'm not saying he's a coward, though,

He's just a peaceful one

I know he couldn't take it if

He knew that his gun's lead

Was the hot, unfeeling reason

That some other boy was dead

I know the war's for freedom

And I know it's for my rights

But please old Uncle Sam, sir

Don't make my brother fight

He's really just a kid, you know

This ain't his game to play

He should be home a-buildin' cars

Not dying in the fray

Our boys go out young soldiers

And come home as broken men

And their sisters sit and worry

That they won't see them again

I know the war's for freedom

And I know it's for my rights

But please old Uncle Sam, sir

Don't make my brother fight

Please don't make my brother fight