Conscientious Objector

Born a hellraiser, and lived that way For the better part of his days Til riding back home, one stormy night Struck by lightning, he kneels and he prays Now he was torn, about who he was And he didn't know what he should do To kill, he knew, was definitly wrong But the army kept telling him to He goes off to war, against Hitler's troops No fear was found in his heart A soldier of God, a hero for his country He waits for the fighting to start He was ordered with nine other men To silence the guns on the hill One hundred and thirty-two germans were captured With nine more, that he had to kill Awarded the Medal of Honor For something he didn't want to do A conscientious objector Just doing what they told him to This story is true, about Alvin C York A man from the Tennesse hills For as long as he lived, he never talked once About any of the men he kills He said he never saw himself a hero But was proud of the medals he'd won But still a conscientious objector He was ashamed of the things he'd done