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Rich Mans War Tab

by Steve Earle


Rich Man?s War
By Steve Earle
October 2004

                                                              
Jimmy joined the army ?cause he had no place to go
                                                                                         
         
There ain?t nobody hirin? ?round here since all the jobs went down to Mexico
                                                                   

Reckoned that he?d learn himself a trade maybe see the world
                                             
Move to the city some day and marry a black haired girl
                                       
Somebody somewhere had another plan
                          
Now he?s got a rifle in his hand
                                                                    
Rollin? into Bagdhad wonderin? how he got this far
                                                          
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war

         

                                                          
Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
                                                                          
Red white and blue to the bone the day he landed in Kandahar
                                                   
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
                                              
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
                        
Been a year no and he?s still there
                           
Chasin? ghosts in the thin dry air
                                                                          
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
                                                          
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war

         
         

             
When will we ever learn
             
When will we ever see
           
Stand up and take our turn
        
Tellin? ourselves we?re free

                                           
Ali was the second son of a second son
                                                                  
Grew up in Gaza throwin? bottles and rock when the tanks would come
                                                            
Ain?t nothin? else to do around here just a game children play
                                                        
Somethin? about livin? in fear all your life makes you hard that way
                              
He answered when he got the call
                                
Wrapped himself in death and he praised Allah
                                                     
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
                                               
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war