Working for the Yankee Dollar
The Skids Lyrics


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Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I'd never been
As I held the rope on through the scope I wish I'd never seen
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy's dream
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry

In Germany in the '45, my mind was on the altar
Thought of God the Iron Rod and thought that needed shelter
From 'Tragen' pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry

Working for the Yankee Dollar (4x)

Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero's welcome
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry

Working for the Yankee Dollar (5x)

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high,
Yankee, in call




Yankee, we cry
(repeat 'till the end)

Overall Meaning

The Skids’ song “Working for the Yankee Dollar” is a politically charged composition that explores the experiences of an individual in two historical events: the Vietnam War and the end of World War II in Germany. In the first verse, the singer is regretful of his participation in Vietnam, where he held “the rope on through the scope” and wished he had never seen the violent and bloody events he witnessed. The second verse focuses on the singer’s experience in Germany in 1945, where he thought he needed to seek refuge from the “Tragen’ pain and men insane” by turning to religion. However, in this scene, the singer sees a German son armed with a “Yankee gun” and wearing a “uniform much older,” which hints at the influence of America’s military might in shaping the post-World War II landscape.


The chorus of “Working for the Yankee Dollar” repeats the phrase “Yankee, to war / ...head high / ...in call / ...we cry” four times, emphasizing the power, pride, and horror associated with American military intervention. The final verse of the song, which begins with the line “processions bear that human flare which mark a hero’s welcome,” critiques the way in which the media and political discourse surrounding war reduces complex human conflicts to simple heroism and patriotism. The singer argues that flags and symbols only serve to “embroider all the meaning” and obscure the true reality of the violence and suffering that occur in war.


Overall, “Working for the Yankee Dollar” offers a critical perspective on the impact of American imperialism and interventionism around the world, as well as the role of political and media discourse in shaping public perceptions of these actions.


Line by Line Meaning

Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I'd never been
I regret participating in the Vietnam War and witnessing its horrors


As I held the rope on through the scope I wish I'd never seen
I saw death through the lens of a rifle and wish I never had


Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy's dream
The horrific violence turned my youthful optimism into a nightmare


But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene
Those who witnessed the violence could only gape in disbelief


In Germany in the '45, my mind was on the altar
During WWII, I was preoccupied with religion and spirituality


Thought of God the Iron Rod and thought that needed shelter
I believed God would protect me from war's destruction


From 'Tragen' pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
I witnessed tremendous suffering and cruelty


Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older
I saw a young German soldier carrying an American weapon and wearing an older uniform


Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero's welcome
Ceremonies honoring soldiers who died in war are full of glowing tributes


For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
These events are huge affairs meant to honor those who have died


And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
The symbols of patriotism and nationalism were everywhere


In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation
The ceremonies were meant to celebrate, but overlooked the pain and devastation caused by war


Working for the Yankee Dollar
The song is critical of those who participate in war for financial gain


Yankee, to war
The call to fight is directed towards Americans


Yankee, head high
The lyrics encourage soldiers to maintain their morale and pride


Yankee, in call
The song is urging Americans to join the military


Yankee, we cry
The emotional toll of war affects all Americans, not just those who fight




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@francisbegbie3326

Saw Vietnam as a partisan and wished I'd never been
As I held the rope on through the scope I wish I'd never seen
Where the air turned red as the bodies bled into a schoolboy's dream
But who were there could only stare into this wondrous scene

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry

In Germany in the '45, my mind was on the altar
Thought of God the Iron Rod and thought that needed shelter
From 'Tragen' pain and men insane and eyes that got much colder
Saw a German son with a Yankee gun and a uniform much older

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry

Working for the Yankee Dollar (4x)

Processions bear that human flare which mark a hero's welcome
For those dead and for those shed it was a big occasion
And all flags and Yankee mags which embroidered all the meaning
In an oversight, forgot the fight, which never bore elation

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry

Working for the Yankee Dollar (5x)

Yankee, to war
Yankee, head high,
Yankee, in call
Yankee, we cry
(Repeat 'till the end)



All comments from YouTube:

@michaelcandon2971

What a brilliant song,..should be played every day on radio...keep music sane.😊

@frankmurphyburr3598

Stuart Adamson the pride of Dunfermline

@vordman

Although I think he was actually born in Manchester

@AllanStewart-qi5zc

Mum and dad scottish​@@vordman

@mikehughes2183

Stuart Adamson is a very under rated guitarist! Very innovative.

@bobmarlowe3390

R.I.P. Stuart. His work with The Skids and Big Country was great.

@stevencuthbertson9399

Rip Stewart, thanks for the sounds.
SKIDS ya bam.

@michelelaraia7358

Saw same comment in another vid. The Old Grey Whistle Test performance

@scottfraser7118

Yip 😘

@lawrencedavis5459

Met Stuart Adamson and big country in Plymouth in 1995. Such a great guy.

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