Monday, June 06, 2005

Buddy Miller song.

I like this dude. He often sings with his wife doing harmony. They're pretty country sometimes. Well, most times.

100,000 Little Bombs

Three dollar bomb, a hundred thousand sowed
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again

They're cheap and they're simple. They're green and black
They take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't stop this train

Footfall of a soldier,
Footfall of a child
They don't know the difference,
They're blind and mean and wild

A hundred million and the wheels go 'round
Lunch in Geneva and the deals go down
We'll still have to fight a century from now
The battle of a long gone war

What do you do with what's left behind
What can you grow when the fields are mined
What'll you do when that's all you find
You've got when you get back home

They're only made for terror
They don't care who they harm
Three dollars each to make, and
A thousand to disarm

Three dollar bomb, a hundred thousand sowed
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again

They're cheap and they're simple. They're green and black
They take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't turn around

A hundred million still in the ground
Lunch in Geneva and the deals go down
We'll still have to fight a century from now
The battle of a long gone war

From China to Angola
And Cambodia where they lay
With chips from Motorola
Made in the USA

Three dollar bomb, a hundred thousand sowed
Steps of a child and the ground explodes
You can't clear one before another reloads
To ratchet up the ante again

They're cheap and they're simple. They're green and black
They take you right down on a one way track
We've gone so far now that we can't get back
And we still won't stop this train
Stop this train. . . .

Buddy Miller


Hope you enjoyed. I live to see you rocking back and forth in satisfaction.

Travelin' Ed, Friend of the common man

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