Riddle In London Town

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