Corb Lund Band

Sadr City

Corb Lund Band


Tom: C#m

D  Am  D  Am


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[Verse 1]
        D                          F#m
Honey, don't tell the boys I been talkin' like this
         G                             D
'Cause I can't have 'em thinkin' I'm scared
  D                        F#m
Truth is I ain't afraid a'nothin' no more
     G                      D
I'm tired and I just don't care
        D                          F#m
How many tours is too many tours
         G                             D
My baby she'd like to know
        D                          F#m
'Cause always there at the back a'my mind       
         G                             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                 Am
Some shit went down in Iraq
               D
I ain't goin' back

Riff 1

[Verse 2]

        D                          F#m
Well I was there in '04 when it first got hot
         G                             D
And Muqtada's local fighters emerged
        D                          F#m
Earned a Purple Heart via Seven-Six-Two
         G                             D
And another later during the Surge

        D                          F#m
Didn't know nothin' back then, didn't care
         G                             D
It was get it out and kick us some ass
        D                          F#m
Couldn't tell a Sunni from a Shia from the Kurds
         G                             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                 Am
Some shit went down in Iraq
               D
I ain't goin' back

[Verse 3]

        D                          F#m
Well it was pretty touch n'go from the very first light
         G                             D
Fiercest action that I'd ever seen
        D                          F#m
Ambush come and we hadda' dismount
         G                             D
Get busy, fight it out in the streets

        D                          F#m
Well all hell broke loose, takin' fire from the rooftops
         G                             D
Haji launchin' RPGs
        D                          F#m
Fightin' runnin' battles with militias in the alleys
         G                             D
Draggin' on and on week after week

        D                          F#m
Takin' hits at fifty metres from a shrine nearby
         G                             D
But they wouldn't let us light up a mosque
        D                          F#m
Then our tanks rolled in, real hard real heavy
         G                             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                 Am
Some shit went down in Iraq
               D
I ain't goin' back

[Verse 4]

        D                          F#m
Well I don't know if it matters to the folks back home
         G                             D
But they say they're all supportin' the troops
        D                          F#m
There's no time anyway to be dwelling on that
         G                             D
Out here thinkin's only for fools

        D                          F#m
And as long as there's no lack of young man willin'
         G                             D
To ride to the sound of the guns
        D                          F#m
I'll be waking up dreaming of the Mahdi Army
         G                             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                    Am
It's Afghanistan instead of Iraq
                    D
They're sending me back

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