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