Rich mans war

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Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he had no place to go  
E                                                                      F#m 
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
A                        E
Somebody somewhere had another plan
A                      E
Now he’s got a rifle in his hand
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Rollin’ into Bagdhad wonderin’ how he got this far
E                      B7                        E
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
A                        	            B7
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
A                    E
Been a year no and he’s still there
A                      E
Chasin’ ghosts in the thin dry air
                                          
E                            B7		       C#m     A
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
E                      B7                        E
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war

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C#m             A
When will we ever learn
C#m             B7
When will we ever see
C#m           A
Stand up and take our turn
C#m        B7
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
A                         				B7
Somethin’ about livin’ in fear all your life makes you hard that way
A                    E
He answered when he got the call
A                                E
Wrapped himself in death and he praised Allah
                             B7              C#m    A
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
E                      B7                       E
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war