Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sadr City , by - Corb Lund. Release date: 08.10.2015
Song language: English
Sadr City |
| Honey, don’t tell the boys I been talkin' like this |
| 'Cause I can’t have 'em thinkin' I’m scared |
| Truth is I ain’t afraid a’nothin' no more |
| I’m tired and I just don’t care |
| How many tours is too many tours |
| My baby she’d like to know |
| 'Cause always there at the back a’my mind |
| Is that Jody’s there when I go |
| 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 |
| Earned a Purple Heart via Seven-Six-Two |
| And another later during the Surge |
| Didn’t know nothin' back then, didn’t care |
| It was get it out and kick us some ass |
| Couldn’t tell a Sunni from a Shia from the Kurds |
| But they educated me pretty fast |
| 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 hadda' 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 |
| Takin' hits at fifty metres from a shrine nearby |
| But they wouldn’t let us light up a mosque |
| Then our tanks rolled in, real hard real heavy |
| But they couldn’t help the guys that we lost |
| 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 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 |
| And 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 |