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Lyrics of Right Hand Man by Jonathan Young,Jirard Khalil,Caleb Hyles
British Admiral Howe′s got troops on the water
Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor
Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor
Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor
They surround our troops!
They surround our troops!They surround our troops!
As a kid in the Caribbean I wished for a war
I knew that I was poor, I knew it was the only way to—
Rise up!
If they tell my story
I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory or—
Rise up!
I will fight for this land
But there's only one man who can give us a command so we can—
Rise up!
Understand? It′s the only way to—
Rise up! Rise up!
Here he comes!
Here comes the General!
Ladies and gentlemen!
Here comes the General!
The moment you've been waiting for!
Here comes the General!
The pride of Mount Vernon!
Here comes the General!
George Washington!
We are outgunned! (What?!)
Outmanned (What?!)
Outnumbered, outplanned (What?!)
We gotta make an all-out stand
Ayo, I'm gonna need a right-hand man
Check it—
Can I be real a second? For just a millisecond?
Let down my guard and tell the people how I feel a second?
Now I′m the model of a modern major general
The venerated Virginian veteran whose men are all
Lining up to put me up on a pedestal
Writin′ letters to relatives embellishin' my elegance and eloquence
But the elephant is in the room
The truth is in ya face when ya hear the British cannons go...
Boom!
Any hope of success is fleeting
How can I keep leading when the people I′m leading keep retreating?
We put a stop to the bleeding as the British take Brooklyn
Knight takes rook, but look
We are outgunned (What?!)
Outmanned (What?!)
Outnumbered, outplanned (What?!)
We gotta make an all-out stand
Ayo, I'm gonna need a right-hand man
Incoming!
They′re battering down the Battery check the damages
Prah!
We gotta stop 'em and rob ′em of their advantages
Prah!
Let's take a stand with the stamina God has granted us
Hamilton won't abandon ship
Yo, let′s steal their cannons
Shh-boom! Boom!
Goes the cannon, watch the blood and the shit spray and...
Boom!
Goes the cannon, we′re abandonin' Kips Bay and...
Boom!
There′s another ship and...
Boom!
We just lost the southern tip and...
Boom!
We gotta run to Harlem quick, we can't afford another slip
Guns and horses giddy up
I decide to divvy up
My forces, they′re skittish as the British cut the city up
This close to giving up, facing mad scrutiny
I scream in the face of this mass mutiny:
Are these the men with which I am to defend America?
We ride at midnight, Manhattan in the distance
I cannot be everywhere at once, people
I'm in dire need of assistance...
Your excellency, sir!
Who are you?
Aaron Burr, Sir?
Permission to state my case?
As you were
Sir, I was a captain under General Montgomery
Until he caught a bullet in the neck in Quebec
And well, in summary
I think that I could be of some assistance
I admire how you keep firing on the British from a distance
Huh
I have some questions, a couple of suggestions
On how to fight instead of fleeing west
Yes?
Well—
Your excellency, you wanted to see me?
Hamilton, come in, have you met Burr?
Yes, sir
We keep meeting
As I was saying, sir, I look forward to seeing your
strategy play out
Burr?
Sir?
Close the door on your way out
Have I done something wrong, sir?
On the contrary
I called you here because our odds are beyond scary
Your reputation precedes you, but I have to laugh
Sir?
Hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?
Sir!
Don′t get me wrong, you're a young man, of great renown
I know you stole British cannons when we were still downtown
Nathanael Greene and Henry Knox wanted to hire you...
To be their Secretary? I don't think so
Now why′re you upset?
I′m not—
It's alright, you want to fight, you′ve got a hunger
I was just like you when I was younger
Head full of fantasies of dyin' like a martyr?
Yes
Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder
Why are you telling me this?
I′m being honest
I'm working with a third of what our Congress has promised
We are a powder keg about to explode
I need someone like you to lighten the load. So?
I am not throwin′ away my shot!
I am not throwin' away my shot!
Ayo, I'm just like my country, I′m young scrappy and hungry!
I am not throwing away my shot!
Son
We are outgunned, outmanned!
You need all the help you can get
I have some friends, Laurens, Mulligan
Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?
Outnumbered, outplanned!
We′ll need some spies on the inside
Some King's men who might let some things slide
I′ll write to Congress and tell 'em we need supplies
You rally the guys, master the element of surprise
Chicka-boom!
I′ll rise above my station, organize your information
'Til we rise to the occasion of our new nation, sir
Here comes the General!
Rise up!
Here comes the General!
Rise up! Rise up!
Here comes the General!
Rise up!
Here comes the General!
And his right hand man!
Boom!
Writer(s): Lin-manuel Miranda
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Album • 2019 • 11 tracks
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Right Hand Man
Jonathan Young, Jirard Khalil, Caleb Hyles
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