Sadyr City

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Tom:
D F# Honey, don't tell the boys I been talkin' like this
Em D 'Cause I can't have 'em thinkin' I'm scared
D F# Truth is I ain't afraid a'nothin' no more
Em D I'm tired and I just don't care
D F# How many tours is too many tours
Em D My baby she'd like to know
F# 'Cause always there at the back a'my mind
Em D Is that Jody's there when I go [Chorus]
D Am Never let 'em send me back to Sadr City
D Am Never let 'em send me back
D Am Some shit went down, down in Sadr City
D C Some shit went down in Iraq
D I ain't goin' back [Verse 2]
D F# Well I was there in '04 when it first got hot
Em D And Muqtada's local fighters emerged
D F# Earned a Purple Heart via Seven-Six-Two
Em D And another later during the Surge
D F# Didn't know nothin' back then, didn't care
Em D It was get it on and kick us some ass
D F# Couldn't tell a Sunni from a Shia from the Kurds
Em D But they educated me pretty fast [Chorus]
D Am Never let 'em send me back to Sadr City
D Am Never let 'em send me back
D Am Some shit went down, down in Sadr City
D C Some shit went down in Iraq
C I ain't goin' back [Verse 3]
D F# Well it was pretty touch n'go from the very first light
Em D Fiercest action that I'd ever seen
D F# Ambush come and we hadda' dismount
Em D Get busy, fight it out in the streets
D F# Well all hell broke loose, takin' fire from the rooftops
Em D Haji launchin' RPGs
D F# Fightin' runnin' battles with militias in the alleys
Em D Draggin' on and on week after week
D F# Takin' hits at fifty metres from a shrine nearby
Em D But they wouldn't let us light up a mosque
D F# Then our tanks rolled in, real hard real heavy
Em D But they couldn't help the guys that we lost [Chorus]
D Am Never let 'em send me back to Sadr City
D Am Never let 'em send me back
D Am Some shit went down, down in Sadr City
D C Some shit went down in Iraq
D I ain't goin' back [Verse 4]
D F# Well I don't know if it matters to the folks back home
Em D But they say they're all supportin' the troops
D F# There's no time anyway to be dwelling on that
Em D Out here thinkin's only for fools
D F# And as long as there's no lack of young man willin'
Em D To ride to the sound of the guns
D F# I'll be waking up dreaming of the Mahdi Army
Em D And of both sides losing their sons [Final Chorus]
D Am They ain't a-gonna send me back to Sadr City
D Am They ain't a-gonna send me back
D Am My orders came through and babe it isn't pretty
D C It's Afghanistan instead of Iraq
C They're sending me back
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