Far Afghanistan

INTRO (lower case: individual notes,
 not chords)
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Back home Indiana, we just 
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learn to get along
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Civilized and socialized they 
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teach you right from wrong
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How to hold your liquor and how
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 to hold your tongue
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How to hold a woman or a baby 
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or a gun

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But nothing will prepare you for 
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the far Afghanistan
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You can listen to their stories 
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and pick up what you can
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You listen to their stories maybe 
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read a book or two
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Until they send you out there, 
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man you haven’t got a clue

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Oh the Hindu Kush, the Band-e 
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Amir, the Hazara

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They tell you a tradition in the 
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hills of Kandahar
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They say young boys are taken to 
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the wilderness out there
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Taken to the mountain alone and
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 in the night
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If he makes it home alive they 
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teach him how to fight

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They fought against the Russians,
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 they fought against the Brits
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Hell, they fought old Alexander, 
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talking ‘bout him ever since
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And after 9/11 here comes your 
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Uncle Sam
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Another painful lesson in the 
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far Afghanistan

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I was ready to be terrified and 
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ready to be mad
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I was ready to be homesick, the 
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worst I’ve ever had
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I expected to be hated and 
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insulted to my face
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But nothing could prepare me for 
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the beauty of the place

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No matter what they tell you, all 
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soldiers talk to God
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It’s a private conversation 
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written in your blood
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The enemy’s no different, 
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bad-ass holy wind
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That crazy bastard talks to God 
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and his God talks back to him

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