E          A       B               E
I was down in the sunset, hadn't eaten lunch yet
        E          A       B               E
Up on my soapbox, in front of a coffee shop
        E          A       B               E
Runnin' my mouth about the war in Iraq
        E          A       B               E
When a G.I., right behind my back, said
E              A
Don't care who told you
E              A
Don't care what you're selling
E              B
But you don't know how bad it is
E            A  E                A
Oh no you don't know how bad it is
           E           A          B        E
'Cuz I was down in the desert on my second tour
           E           A          B        E
I didn't want to do the third But I wanted to be sure

        E              A          B        E
That I got my G.I. bill when I would return
     E               A
So I grabbed the bottle
     B              E
And let the rubber burn
(Play this instead of the open chords for the slow part)
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B|------0-----------2------------4------------0--|
G|-------1-----------2------------4------------1-|
D|-----------------------------------------------|
A|-----------0-0----------2-2--------------------|
E|-0-0-----------------------------------0-0-----|
We were waiting for orders
But new orders never came
Only to patrol that old refinery in shame
With no sense of purpose on an idle soldier's mind
I went left, right, left
And I stumbled on down the line