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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It's just another
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It's 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 ain't the bridges that are falling down
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Say that again
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You say that again
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Oh what's left to hold in place
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Say that again
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Say that again
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Oh what's left to hold in place
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Say that again
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Say that again
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Oh what's left to hold in place
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Say that again
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Say that again
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Oh what's left to hold in place
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Riddle In Londontown
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| State Radio |
