Rich Man?s War
By Steve Earle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
10/17/2004
Capo 2
[D]Jimmy joined the army ?cause he [A]had no place to [D]go
There [D]ain?t nobody hirin? ?round here since all the jobs went down to [Em]Mexico
[G]Reckoned that he?d learn himself a trade maybe see the [A]world
[G]Move to the city someday and marry a [A]black haired girl
[G]Somebody somewhere had a[D]nother plan
[G]Now he?s got a rifle [D]in his hand
[D]Rollin? into Baghdad [A]wonderin? how he got this [Bm]far[G]
[D]Just another poor boy [A]off to fight a rich man?s [D]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
Bride:
[Bm]When will we [G]ever learn
[D]When will we [A]ever see
[Bm]We stand up and [G]take our turn
[D]And tellin? our[A]selves 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
By Steve Earle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
10/17/2004
Capo 2
[D]Jimmy joined the army ?cause he [A]had no place to [D]go
There [D]ain?t nobody hirin? ?round here since all the jobs went down to [Em]Mexico
[G]Reckoned that he?d learn himself a trade maybe see the [A]world
[G]Move to the city someday and marry a [A]black haired girl
[G]Somebody somewhere had a[D]nother plan
[G]Now he?s got a rifle [D]in his hand
[D]Rollin? into Baghdad [A]wonderin? how he got this [Bm]far[G]
[D]Just another poor boy [A]off to fight a rich man?s [D]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
Bride:
[Bm]When will we [G]ever learn
[D]When will we [A]ever see
[Bm]We stand up and [G]take our turn
[D]And tellin? our[A]selves 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
