Riddle

Heard of a land held by untroubled hand Where the whisky runs cold Don't you dare go ask the newsman 'cause he'll tell you everything He don't know She was a child of the second American Revolution Strong girl with a stones constitution When fell into the hands of the enemy She touch her hand and sank her ankles deep So go riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground In this here London town So go 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 Ophelia used to swim in the rain Ain't nothing she'd rather do I was besides myself when the news had came And it had nothing to do with you 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 gonna take So go n' riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground In this here London town So go n' riddle me over Im' 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 aint the bridges that are falling Go n' riddle me over I'm a man got nothing to show for My work in the ground Go ahead and go and riddle me over But it ain't the bridges that are falling down ×5