Dispatch Riddle Lyrics:
Heard of a land held by untroubled hand
Where the whiskey runs cold
Don't you dare go ask the
newsman 'cause he'll tell you
everything
He don't know

She was a child of the second American Revolution
Tall girl with a stones constitution
When fell into the hands of the enemy
She touch her hand and sank her ankles deep

So go and riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
In this here London town

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
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falling down

Ophelia used to swim in the rain
Ain't nothing she'd rather do
I was beside myself when the news had came
And it had nothing to do with you

They said they would never fight no more
After the day she went away
What in the world are we all asking for?
If we don't give they're gonna take

So go and riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
In this here London town

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

Go and riddle me over
I'm a man got nothing to show for
My work in the ground
Go ahead and go and riddle me over
But it ain't the bridges that
are falling down ×5
Lyrics: Riddle, Dispatch [end]