Riddle

Heard of a land held by untroubled hand

Where the whisky runs cold

Don't you dare go ask the newsman 'cause he'll tell you everything

He don't know

She was a child of the second American Revolution

Strong girl with a stones constitution

When fell into the hands of the enemy

She touch her hand and sank her ankles deep

So go riddle me over

I'm a man got nothing to show for

My work in the ground

In this here London town

So go riddle me over

I'm a man got nothing to show for

My work in the ground

Got my back to the fire but it ain't the bridges that are falling down

are falling down

Ophelia used to swim in the rain

Ain't nothing she'd rather do

I was besides myself when the news had came

And it had nothing to do with you

They said they would never fight no more

After the day she went away

What in the world are we all fighting for?

If we don't give they're gonna take

So go n' riddle me over

I'm a man got nothing to show for

My work in the ground

In this here London town

So go n' riddle me over

Im' a man got nothing to show for

My work in the ground

Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground

But it aint the bridges that are falling

Go n' riddle me over

I'm a man got nothing to show for

My work in the ground

Go ahead and go and riddle me over

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