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