Far Afghanistan

INTRO (lower case: individual notes, not chords)
f#-a - B5
d-e-a - B5

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Back home Indiana, we just learn to get along
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Civilized and socialized they teach you right from wrong
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How to hold your liquor and how to hold your tongue
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How to hold a woman or a baby or a gun

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

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

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

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

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C#m A F#m Bm E/B Bm

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

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

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B5
(solo)
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