| He was just fifteen, he was a new trainee
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| He lied about it for the opportunity
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| To defend the border his life was sworn
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| Though not a generation was native born
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| He had lost the battle but won the war
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| When the generals said he couldn’t fight no more
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| He was proud and bitter at what he’d done
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| So he passed it off to his favorite son
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Jingo don’t you fight for me
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| Jingo don’t you speak for me
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| Jingo don’t you fight for me
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| Jingo don’t you speak for me
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| To the man who owns the land
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| We’re all the same
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| But when his grip begins to slip
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| Then he’ll be calling out your name
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| And the throne, the pulpit, and the politician
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| Create a thirst for power in the common man
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| It’s a taste for blood passed off as bravery
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| Or just patriotism hiding bigotry
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Jingo don’t you speak for me
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| Jingo don’t you fight for me
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Jingo don’t you speak for me
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| Jingo don’t you fight for me
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Johnee Jingo
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| Jingo don’t you speak for me… |