NOTE: As always, this CRD is free for anyone wishing to learn this great 
      song, written and recorded by American Soldiers while serving in 
      Iraq. Thanks to "Strick2204" for the Chorus and "UHRC" for sending 
      verse 2! Of course, all constructive comments are always welcome! 
      Please check out his web site.  Later!   
 
       
 
(Intro) 
 
(Verse 1) 
D                     Cadd9 
  Bottom of my boots, sure are gettin worn, 
G                                   D      
  An there's a lot a holes, in this faded uniform, 
D                                    Cadd9 
  My hands are black with dirt__ and so is my face, 
G                                  D             
  I aint ever been to hell, but it couldn't be any worse than this place, 
D                                Cadd9 
  Tell my wife don't worry cause I know what to do, 
G                                          D 
  It makes her feel better sometimes but I don't know if it's true, 
D                       Cadd9 
  I know if I die, it's just my time to go, 
G                                 D 
  But I pray to God everyday that I make it back home, 
 
(Chorus)   
A                                      Cadd9 
  Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad, 
G                                                   D 
  You quit worryin bout what you aint got an thank God for what you have, 
A                             Cadd9 
  Cause I could be raisin' my family in this place,  
G                               G                   D     Cadd9      G 
  But I was born an american___, by God's amazing grace, 
 
G - F - D 
 
(Verse 2)* 
For the last twelve months, I've had a new address. 
The neighborhood smells like sewage, and the streets are lined with trash. 
You never know what's gonna be the next thing to explode, 
but unlike these people, I have another home. 
It breaks my heart to see these kids out on the streets 
walking barefoot through the trash, diggin for something to eat. 
I give them what I got, just to let them know I care 
and I thank God it's not my son that's standing there 
 
 
(Repeat Chorus) 
 
 
(Verse 3) 
D                                Cadd9 
  If you wanna talk about it you better keep it short, 
G                                  D 
  Cause I got a lot a lost time, I gotta make up for, 
D                                   Cadd9 
  I really don't care why Bush went in-to Iraq, 
G                                  D 
  I know what I done there an' I'm damn sure proud a that, 
D                                   Cadd9 
  If you got somethin' bad to say about the U.S.A., 
G 
  You better save it for different ears unless you wanna crawl to pay 
D                                      Cadd9 
  An' I'll laugh in your face when you say you've got it bad, 
G                                     D 
  Until you spent some time on the streets of Bahgdad, 
 
(Chorus) 
A                                      Cadd9 
  Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad, 
G                                                   D 
  You quit worryin bout what you aint got an thank God for what you've had, 
A                                 Cadd9 
  Cause you could be raisin' your family in this place,  
G                                  G                    D        Cadd9      G        
  But you were born an american___,  by God's amazing grace____, 
 
G - F - D 
 
* same as first verse 
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