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Heard of a land held by a troubled hand |
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Where the whiskey runs the coal |
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Don't you dare go ask the newsman |
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Cause he'll tell you everything |
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He don't know |
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She was the daughter of the second American Revolution |
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A tall girl with a stones constitution |
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And when she looked into their eyes to see |
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She know she ain't never going back to what she believe |
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To what you believe |
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So go and riddle me over |
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I'm a man got nothing to show for |
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My work in the ground |
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In this here Londontown |
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So go and riddle me over |
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I'm a man got nothing to show for |
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My work in the ground |
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Got my back to the fire |
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But it ain't the bridges that are falling down |
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They said they would never fight no more |
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After the day she went away |
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What in the world are we all fighting for |
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If we don't give they're going to take |
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So go and riddle me over |
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I'm a man got nothing to show for |
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My work in the ground |
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In this here Londontown |
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So go and riddle me over |
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I'm a man got nothing to show for |
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My work in the ground |
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Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground |
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But it ain't the bridges that are falling down |
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Its just another |
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Its just a |
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Go and riddle me over |
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Go and riddle me over |
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I'm a man got nothing to show for |
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My work in the ground |
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Got my back to the fire |
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But it aint the bridges that are falling down |
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She did again |
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She did again |
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She did again |
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Oh that's not to hold in place |
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She did again |
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She did again |
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Oh that's not to hold in place |
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She did again |
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She did again |
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Oh that's not to hold in place |
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She did again |
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She did again |
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Oh that's not to hold in place |
