Rich Mans War

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Jimmy joined the army ?cause he 
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had no place to go

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There ain?t nobody hirin? ?round 
here since all the jobs went down to
 Mexico
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Reckoned that he?d learn himself a 
trade maybe see the world
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Move to the city some day and 
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marry a black haired girl
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Somebody somewhere had another 
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plan
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Now he?s got a rifle in his hand
Rollin? into Bagdhad wonderin? how
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 he got this far
  C#m

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Just another poor boy off to 
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fight a rich man?s war

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

E                             B7 
Just another poor boy off to 
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fight a rich man?s war

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

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