Heard of a land held by a troubled hand 

Where the whiskey runs the coal 

Don't you dare go ask the newsman 

Cause he'll tell you everything 

He don't know 

She was the daughter of the second american revolution 

A tall girl with a stones constitution 

And when she looked into their eyes to see 

She know she ain't never going back to what she believe 

To what you believe 



So go and riddle me over 

I'm a man got nothing to show for 

My work in the ground 

In this here londontown 

So go and riddle me over 

I'm a man got nothing to show for 

My work in the ground 

Got my back to the fire 

But it ain't the bridges that are falling down 



They said they would never fight no more 

After the day she went away 

What in the world are we all fighting for 

If we don't give they're going to take 



So go and riddle me over 

I'm a man got nothing to show for 

My work in the ground 

In this here londontown 

So go and riddle me over 

I'm a man got nothing to show for 

My work in the ground 

Got my back to the fire and my feet on the ground 

But it ain't the bridges that are falling down 



It's just another 

It's just a 

Go and riddle me over 



Go and riddle me over 

I'm a man got nothing to show for 

My work in the ground 

Got my back to the fire 

But it ain't the bridges that are falling down 



Say that again 

You say that again 

Oh what's left to hold in place 

Say that again 

Say that again 

Oh what's left to hold in place 

Say that again 

Say that again 

Oh what's left to hold in place 

Say that again 

Say that again 

Oh what's left to hold in place