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