Riddle In Londontown

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