E A B E I was down in the sunset, hadn't eaten lunch yet E A B E Up on my soapbox, in front of a coffee shop E A B E Runnin' my mouth about the war in Iraq E A B E When a G.I., right behind my back, said E A Don't care who told you E A Don't care what you're selling E B But you don't know how bad it is E A E A Oh no you don't know how bad it is E A B E 'Cuz I was down in the desert on my second tour E A B E I didn't want to do the third But I wanted to be sure E A B E That I got my G.I. bill when I would return E A So I grabbed the bottle B E And let the rubber burn (Play this instead of the open chords for the slow part) -----0-----------0------------2------------0---| ------0-----------2------------4------------0--| -------1-----------2------------4------------1-| -----------------------------------------------| -----------0-0----------2-2--------------------| -0-0-----------------------------------0-0-----| We were waiting for orders But new orders never came Only to patrol that old refinery in shame With no sense of purpose on an idle soldier's mind I went left, right, left And I stumbled on down the line