words & music: ciaran flynn
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A rich man approached my love
He stayed a while before he offered her
The chance of a new life,
Gold & diamonds if she’d agree to be his wife.
We grew apart as the money rolled in
My loved she rides on
The western, whistling wind.

Sometimes I think that she’s better off
She needed more than I could give her in love
Sometimes I’m dared to reel back the year
To when patriotic fires quenched my fears.

Make no mistake about it - he’s gonna wage war
On the man who disagrees with what he stands for.
This is his project, credit him with sense
A ten million dollar rocket’s too good for a ten-dollar tent.

Watch out for George he knows he’s got the bomb
He’s aimed it for the man with the smallest gun.

I’m too tired I only want to sleep tonight
I’m so tired I can’t put up a fight.

I can’t hear you anymore when you cry
I won’t see you anymore when we say goodbye

I’m not giving up on you
No, I’m not giving up on you.