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Intro/chorus: D Am Verse: D F#m Em 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 that Jody's 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.