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Sadr City Lyrics - Things That Can't Be Undone - Corb Lund

Honey, don't tell the boys that I'm talking like this 

'Cause I can't have em thinking I'm scared 

The truth is I ain't afraid of nothing 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 

Always nagging at the back of my mind is you're just there when I go. 

 

Never let them send me back to Sadr City 

Never let them send me back 

Some shit went down, down in Sadr City 

Some shit went down in Iraq 

I ain't going back. 

 

Well I was there in '04 when it first got hot 

and Muqtada's local fighters emerged 

Earned a purple heart via 762 and a second later during the surge 

Didn't know nothing back then didn't care 

It was get it on and kick us some ass 

Couldn't tell a Sunni from a Shi'a from the Kurds 

But they educated me pretty fast. 

 

Never let them send me back to Sadr City 

Never let them send me back 

Some shit went down, down in Sadr City 

Some shit went down in Iraq 

I ain't going back. 

 

Well it was pretty touch and go from the very first night 

Fiercest action I'd ever seen 

Ambush come and we had to dismount 

Get busy fight it out in the street. 

 

Well all hell broke loose, under fire from the roof 

tops, Haji launching RPGs 

Fighting running battles with militias in the alleys 

Dragging on and on week after week. 

 

Taking hits at fifty meters from the 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'd lost. 

 

Well I don't know if it matters to the folks back home 

But they say they're all supporting the troops 

There's no time anyway to be dwelling on that 

Out here thinking's only for fools. 

 

And as long as there's no like a young man willing 

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.