• Song:

    Rich Mans War

  • Artist:

    Steve Earle

E5                                             B5                 E5
Jimmy joined the army ?cause he had no place to go
                                                                                         
         F#5
There ain?t nobody hirin? ?round here since all the jobs went down to Mexico
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B5
Reckoned that he?d learn himself a trade maybe see the world
A5                              F#5               B5
Move to the city some day and marry a black haired girl
A5                                       E5
Somebody somewhere had another plan
A5                          E5
Now he?s got a rifle in his hand
                                  B5                                  C#5
Rollin? into Bagdhad wonderin? how he got this far
E5                             B5                             E5
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
                                                                          F#5
Red white and blue to the bone the day he landed in Kandahar
A5                                   F#5                B5
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A5                        F#5                      B5
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
A5                        E5
Been a year no and he?s still there
A5                           E5
Chasin? ghosts in the thin dry air
                                          B5                                C#5
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
E5                             B5                             E5
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war

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C#5             A5
When will we ever learn
C#5             B5
When will we ever see
C#5           A5
Stand up and take our turn
C#5        B5
Tellin? ourselves we?re free

E5                         B5                  E5
Ali was the second son of a second son
                                                                  F#5
Grew up in Gaza throwin? bottles and rock when the tanks would come
A5                               F#5                             B5
Ain?t nothin? else to do around here just a game children play
A5                         F#5                               B5
Somethin? about livin? in fear all your life makes you hard that way
A5                              E5
He answered when he got the call
A5                                E5
Wrapped himself in death and he praised Allah
                                  B5                   C#5
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
E5                             B5                  E5
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man?s war
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