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Riddle In Londontown (Acoustic) [Live]

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 knowShe 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 believeSo go and riddle me over

I'm a man got nothing to show for

My work in the ground

In this here LondontownSo 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 downThey 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, they will takeSo go and riddle me over

I'm a man got nothing to show for

My work in the ground

In this here LondontownSo 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 downIt's just another, it's just a

Go and riddle me overGo 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 downSay 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 placeSay 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

Songwriters

Charles Stokes UrmstonPublished by

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