Trouble on the Ground

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Rhob Cunningham

Rhob Cunningham is a musical artist known for his soulful and introspective folk music. He blends elements of indie folk, blues, and Americana in his music, creating a unique and heartfelt sound. With his powerful vocals and emotionally charged lyrics, Rhob Cunningham's music captivates listeners and offers a memorable and evocative musical experience. more »

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Prices here have tripled 
Your Son is far from doing fine 
There's trouble on the ground here but the sun still shines 
There's another war a-comin' 
And they're sayin' Thirty years 

As another letter disappears 

Dear friend, there's 20 owing and there's 20 more he needs 
'Tis nowhere near enough to serve the mouth he feeds 
You could say there's cheek in asking but your boy is wearin' thin 
At the cost of war we've seen begin 

Could you tell your local Father that we're looking for a turn 
It's a favour that we're after with the news I've learned 
I've a student heading homeward with no direction planned 
Won't you give him the privilege of a helping hand 

This people this city have welcomed as their own 
Neither loyal to the thistle nor the royal throne 
They're loyal to exclusion won't you help me reel them in 
Amid the spread of war we've seen begin 

I have a student that I'm teaching, a house back home his aim 
The dearly departed who share his name bequeathed it in a will
But there's a contest to the claim 
Wont you help
Then suggest he might do the same? 

The people, the patrons, as I'm holding out my hand 
I tell them I'm collecting by the lord's command 
There's competition begging 
But I've the Angels by my side 
So, as long as they're looking, the good lord knows I tried 

Fair Brother on the isle, I hear the herring failed to bite 
May the harvest from the pastures keep you fed alright 
It's a shocking shame the season failed the ship you sent to sea 
But, if your fortunes change, friend, send some to me

While the Celt-ish steal our saints, the English rifle through our mail
These inter-county rivalries'll still prevail 
Well, I try to keep the peace and pray the people do as well 
I shall write you again when there's more to tell 

For 
Prices here have tripled, your Son is far from doing fine 
There's trouble on the ground here but the sun still shines 
There's another war a-comin' 
And they're sayin' Thirty years 

As another letter disappears

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