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