Steve Earle – Rich Mans War (Ukulele)

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By Steve Earle [email protected] October 2004
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Jimmy joined the army ?cause he had no place to go

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There ain?t nobody hirin? ?round here since all the jobs went down to Mexico
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Reckoned that he?d learn himself a trade maybe see the world

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Move to the city some day and marry a black haired girl

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Somebody somewhere had another plan

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Now he?s got a rifle in his hand

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Rollin? into Bagdhad wonderin? how he got this far

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Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war
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Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm

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Red white and blue to the bone the day he landed in Kandahar

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Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl

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A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world

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Been a year no and he?s still there

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Chasin? ghosts in the thin dry air

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Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car

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Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war
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When will we ever learn

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When will we ever see

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Stand up and take our turn

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Tellin? ourselves we?re free

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Ali was the second son of a second son

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Grew up in Gaza throwin? bottles and rock when the tanks would come

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Ain?t nothin? else to do around here just a game children play

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Somethin? about livin? in fear all your life makes you hard that way

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He answered when he got the call

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Wrapped himself in death and he praised Allah

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A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door

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Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war