Mary Gauthier - Iraq

I worked with the ^Cmen I worked on my ^Gback I tried to fit ^Din Torque wrenches and ^Gratchets Multi-meters and ^Cscales Grease on my ^Gface Grease on my ^Dhands Grease under my ^Gnails

And it was ^G7so hard to ^Csee Till it a^Gttacked My en^Demy wasn't I^Graq

Soldiers bartered and ^Gtraded That's the way our worl^Cd worked Trading favors for f^Gavors The sand and ^Dthe dirt What I wouldn't ^Ggive them They'd try to ^Ctake And when I ref^Gused ^Dthem They made me ^Gpay

And it was ^G7so hard to ^Csee Until it at^Gtacked My en^Demy wasn't I^Graq

I stood my ^Gground I didn't give ^Cin I drew a ^Gline Again and a^Dgain When they whistled and w^Ghispered When the wind kicked up ^Cdust I'd look to the ^Gsky Ask the Lord ^Dwhy I had no one to ^Gtrust

And it was so hard to ^Csee Until it at^Gtacked My en^Demy wasn't I^Graq ^G7

A salute and a ^Cwink A little pat on the ^Gback My en^Demy wasn't I^Graq ^{C G}