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Artist: Earle Steve Song: Rich Man's War Album: Revolution Starts Now Jimmy joined the army ‘cause he had no place to go There ain’t nobody hirin’ ‘round here since all the jobs went down to Mexico Reckoned that he’d learn himself a trade maybe see the world Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl Somebody somewhere had another plan Now he’s got a rifle in his hand Rollin’ into Baghdad wonderin’ how he got this far Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s 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 When will we ever learn When will we ever see We stand up and take our turn And keep tellin’ ourselves 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 Sarangel Music (ASCAP) John Brown John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all His mama’s face broke out all in a grin “Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get And we’ll put them on the wall when you come home” As that old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout Tellin’ ev’ryone in the neighborhood: “That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know” She made well sure her neighbors understood She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun And these things you called a good old-fashioned war Oh! Good old-fashioned war! Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come They ceased to come for about ten months or more Then a letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train Your son’s a-coming home from the war” She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around But she could not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know While she couldn’t even recognize his face! Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face “Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done How is it you come to be this way?” He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away “Don’t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home . acting proud You wasn’t there standing in my shoes” “Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I’m a-tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’ But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine” Oh! Lord! Just like mine! “And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink That I was just a puppet in a play And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke And a cannonball blew my eyes away” As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein’ the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand Copyright © 1963, 1968 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991, 1996 by Special Rider Music Devils & Dust Lyrics Artist(Band):Bruce Springsteen I got my finger on the trigger But I don't know who to trust When I look into your eyes There's just devils and dust We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie Home's a long, long way from us I feel a dirty wind blowing Devils and dust I got God on my side And I'm just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a powerful thing, baby It can turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul And fill it with devils and dust Well I dreamed of you last night In a field of blood and stone The blood began to dry The smell began to rise Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie In a field of mud and bone Your blood began to dry And the smell began to rise We've got God on our side We're just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a powerful thing, baby It'll turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust [Harmonica solo] Now every woman and every man They wanna take a righteous stand Find the love that God wills And the faith that He commands I've got my finger on the trigger And tonight faith just ain't enough When I look inside my heart There's just devils and dust Well I've got God on my side And I'm just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a dangerous thing It can turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust Yeah it'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust [Harmonica solo] “Born in the U.S.A.” by Bruce Springsteen 1984 The version we hear is the early acoustic version that evolved into the ironically anthemic version of the third full studio take that was released and became a national hit. It was used as theme muic for the 1984 Republican national convention . Springsteen now plays a Delta Blues bottle-kneck guitar version. Born down in a dead man’s town the first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says “son if it was up to me” Went down to see my V.A. man He said “son don’t you understand” Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong They’re still there he’s all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I’m ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain’t got nowhere to go Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A. “Jimmy’s Road” by Willie Nelson written “July 24, 1968” On the history of Willie Nelson's peace song poem "Jimmy's Road": http://www.texasobserver.org/article.php?aid=2665 This is Jimmy’s road where Jimmy liked to play. This is Jimmy’s grass where Jimmy liked to lay around. This is Jimmy’s tree where Jimmy likes to climb.