Rich Man S War chords by Steve Earle

Chords with lyrics

Rich Man’s War
By Steve Earle
[email protected]
October 2004

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Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he 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 marry a black haired girl
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Somebody somewhere had another plan
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Now he’s got a rifle in his hand
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Rollin’ into Bagdhad wonderin’ how he got this far
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Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war

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Bobby had an eagle and a flag 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 and a baby girl
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A augmentedA stack of overdue bills and went 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
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Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
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Just another poor boy off to 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 second son
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Grew up in Gaza throwin’ bottles and rock when the tanks would come
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Ain’t nothin’ else to do around here just a game children play
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Somethin’ about livin’ in fear 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 praised Allah
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A augmentedA fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
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Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war