歌曲 | Rich Man's War |
歌手 | Steve Earle |
专辑 | The Revolution Starts…Now |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Earle | |
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 someday and marry a black haired girl | |
Somebody somewhere had another plan | |
Now he's got a rifle in his hand | |
Rollin' into Baghdad 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 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 | |
Been a year now 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 | |
We stand up and take our turn | |
And keep tellin' 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 nothin' else to do around here just a game children play | |
Somethin' ‘bout livin' in fear all your life makes you hard that way | |
He answered when he got the call | |
Wrapped himself in death and 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 |
zuo ci : Earle | |
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 someday and marry a black haired girl | |
Somebody somewhere had another plan | |
Now he' s got a rifle in his hand | |
Rollin' into Baghdad 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 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 | |
Been a year now 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 | |
We stand up and take our turn | |
And keep tellin' 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 nothin' else to do around here just a game children play | |
Somethin' ' bout livin' in fear all your life makes you hard that way | |
He answered when he got the call | |
Wrapped himself in death and 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 |
zuò cí : Earle | |
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 someday and marry a black haired girl | |
Somebody somewhere had another plan | |
Now he' s got a rifle in his hand | |
Rollin' into Baghdad 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 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 | |
Been a year now 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 | |
We stand up and take our turn | |
And keep tellin' 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 nothin' else to do around here just a game children play | |
Somethin' ' bout livin' in fear all your life makes you hard that way | |
He answered when he got the call | |
Wrapped himself in death and 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 |