Where's My Apple Pie? - 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