Steve Earle - Rich Man's War lyrics
[Steve Earle - Rich Man's War lyrics]
Jimmy joined the Army because he
Had no place to go
There ain't nobody hiring here since all
The jobs went down to Mexico
Reckon that he'd learn himself a trade
Maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and
Marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he's got a rifle in his hand
Rollin' into Baghdad
Wondering 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 when
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
It's been a year now and he's still there
Chasing ghosts in thin, dry air
Meanwhile back at home
Finance company took his car
He's just another poor boy off to
Fight a rich man's war
Ah when will we ever learn?
When will we ever see?
Stand up and take our turn
From telling ourselves we're free
Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and
Rocks when the tanks would come
Ain't nothing else to do around here
It's just a game children play
Ah something about living 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
Had no place to go
There ain't nobody hiring here since all
The jobs went down to Mexico
Reckon that he'd learn himself a trade
Maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and
Marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now he's got a rifle in his hand
Rollin' into Baghdad
Wondering 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 when
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
It's been a year now and he's still there
Chasing ghosts in thin, dry air
Meanwhile back at home
Finance company took his car
He's just another poor boy off to
Fight a rich man's war
Ah when will we ever learn?
When will we ever see?
Stand up and take our turn
From telling ourselves we're free
Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and
Rocks when the tanks would come
Ain't nothing else to do around here
It's just a game children play
Ah something about living 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