He was just fifteen, he was a new trainee
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He lied about it for the opportunity
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To defend the border his life was sworn
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Though not a generation was native born
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Johnee Jingo
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Johnee Jingo
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He had lost the battle but won the war
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When the generals said he couldn't fight no more
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He was proud and bitter at what he'd done
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So he passed it off to his favorite son
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Johnee Jingo
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Johnee Jingo
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Jingo don't you fight for me
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Jingo don't you speak for me
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To the man who owns the land
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We're all the same
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But when his grip begins to slip
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Then he'll be calling out your name
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Johnee Jingo
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And the throne, the pulpit, and the politician
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Create a thirst for power in the common man
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It's a taste for blood passed off as bravery
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Or just patriotism hiding bigotry
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Johnee Jingo
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| Todd Rundgren |
