| Jimmy joined the army 'cause he had no place to go
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| There ain’t nobody hirin'
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| 'round here since all the jobs went
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| Down to Mexico
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| Reckoned that he’d learn himself a trade maybe see the world
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| Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl
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| Somebody somewhere had another plan
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| Now he’s got a rifle in his hand
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| Rollin' into Baghdad wonderin' how he got this far
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| Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
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| Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
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| Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
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| Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
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| A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
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| Been a year now and he’s still there
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| Chasin' ghosts in the thin dry air
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| Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
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| Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war
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| When will we ever learn
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| When will we ever see
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| We stand up and take our turn
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| And keep tellin' ourselves we’re free
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| Ali was the second son of a second son
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| Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
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| Ain’t nothin' else to do around here just a game children play
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| Somethin' 'bout livin' in fear all your life makes you hard that way
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| He answered when he got the call
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| Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
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| A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
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| Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man’s war |