Tin soldiers and Nixon coming.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio,
Four dead in Ohio,
Four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are cutting us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Glory, glory Hallelujah and we'll keep marching on.
Glory, glory Hallelujah,
Glory, glory Hallelujah,
Glory, glory Hallelujah and we'll keep marching on.
Writer(s): Neil Young
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