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Skids - Working For The Yankee Dollar songtekst

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Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I`d never been
As I held the rope on through the scope I wish I`d 
never seen
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a 
schoolboy`s dream
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous 
scene

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high,
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry.

In Germany in the `45, my mind was on the altar
Thought of God the Iron Rod and thought that needed 
shelter
From `Tragen` pain and men insane and eyes that got 
much colder
Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much 
older

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high,
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry.

Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar

Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero`s 
welcome
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the 
meaning
In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore 
elation

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high,
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry.

Working for the Yankee Dollar
Working for the Yankee Dollar

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Taal: Engels

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