When my girl got pregnant
well I dropped right out of school
But there’s no work in South Hill
so what else could I do?
The recruiter’s came-a-knocking
when this whole damn thing began
They promised me a college education
food and medicine
They said I wouldn’t spend a dime
if I got deployed overseas
Plus Baghdad is safer now
than old Washington, DC
So I signed that dotted line right
quick and in a blink of an eye
I found myself at Fort Benning
where I practiced forming lines
Well Fallujah became my home,
my comfort and my dread
The marines that came through
first man they tore this place to shreds
With the sound of crushing Amtracs
and the whine of their Humvee’s
Calling in them A-10 air strikes
man I wish I could have seen it
But when we got to town I
realized we were only legs
We do dismounted patrols
we do searches and do raids
We hear the crack of small arms fire
and the blast from IED’s
We hurry up and wait,
suck in dust and stay low key
And I cannot stop this pounding in my head
I thought we were doing right
but that’s not what folks
back home have said
Sometimes I can’t tell which way is up or which is down
But I’m oddly at ease with this chaos all around
Then one day out on patrol
doing time out in the heat
We were ordered to a neighborhood
to talk to folks out on the street
To gather information on where some weapons
may be stored
Or to see if the Mujahideen had hauled them off out
of Fallujah and to the north
Well my platoon got lost and made more
then one wrong turn
We should have called in our position fast
but we blamed each other first
Then we started taking
sniper fire – god damn them
all
We couldn’t find the shooter
no where he had us pinned down one
and all
Well friendies they caught up and we took back that
god damned street
But something
wasn’t right and I was feeling really weak
My adrenaline was high and I was scared
and I could hardly breath
I heard doc argue
with the Sarg that morphine might
kill me
That’s the last thing I remember that and heat and clear
blue sky
And thinking about my girl back home and my daughters
little eyes
I took that bullet in
Fallujah and I’m laid up in
Germany
And I’m headed back stateside to the care of Walter
Reed
And I cannot feel a thing
below my waist
Doc tried to help
me man but it was too late
Now I don't know who is right or who is
wrong
But I’m fucked up and I want to go back home
And I cannot stop this pounding in my head
I thought we were doing right but
that’s not what folks back home have said
Now I don't know which way is up or which is down
But one day I’ll stand firmly on the
ground
Yes one day I’ll stand firmly on the ground
well I dropped right out of school
But there’s no work in South Hill
so what else could I do?
The recruiter’s came-a-knocking
when this whole damn thing began
They promised me a college education
food and medicine
They said I wouldn’t spend a dime
if I got deployed overseas
Plus Baghdad is safer now
than old Washington, DC
So I signed that dotted line right
quick and in a blink of an eye
I found myself at Fort Benning
where I practiced forming lines
Well Fallujah became my home,
my comfort and my dread
The marines that came through
first man they tore this place to shreds
With the sound of crushing Amtracs
and the whine of their Humvee’s
Calling in them A-10 air strikes
man I wish I could have seen it
But when we got to town I
realized we were only legs
We do dismounted patrols
we do searches and do raids
We hear the crack of small arms fire
and the blast from IED’s
We hurry up and wait,
suck in dust and stay low key
And I cannot stop this pounding in my head
I thought we were doing right
but that’s not what folks
back home have said
Sometimes I can’t tell which way is up or which is down
But I’m oddly at ease with this chaos all around
Then one day out on patrol
doing time out in the heat
We were ordered to a neighborhood
to talk to folks out on the street
To gather information on where some weapons
may be stored
Or to see if the Mujahideen had hauled them off out
of Fallujah and to the north
Well my platoon got lost and made more
then one wrong turn
We should have called in our position fast
but we blamed each other first
Then we started taking
sniper fire – god damn them
all
We couldn’t find the shooter
no where he had us pinned down one
and all
Well friendies they caught up and we took back that
god damned street
But something
wasn’t right and I was feeling really weak
My adrenaline was high and I was scared
and I could hardly breath
I heard doc argue
with the Sarg that morphine might
kill me
That’s the last thing I remember that and heat and clear
blue sky
And thinking about my girl back home and my daughters
little eyes
I took that bullet in
Fallujah and I’m laid up in
Germany
And I’m headed back stateside to the care of Walter
Reed
And I cannot feel a thing
below my waist
Doc tried to help
me man but it was too late
Now I don't know who is right or who is
wrong
But I’m fucked up and I want to go back home
And I cannot stop this pounding in my head
I thought we were doing right but
that’s not what folks back home have said
Now I don't know which way is up or which is down
But one day I’ll stand firmly on the
ground
Yes one day I’ll stand firmly on the ground
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