Intro
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Verse 1
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I was an Army mechanic 
                  C 
I worked with the men 
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I worked on my back 
               D 
I tried to fit in 
                    G 
Torque wrenches and ratchets 
                 C 
Multi-meters and scales 
             G 
Grease on my face 
             D 
Grease on my hands 
                G 
Grease under my nails 
 
Chorus
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And it was so hard to see 
         G 
Till it attacked 
     D           G 
My enemy wasn't Iraq 
 
Verse 2
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Soldiers bartered and traded 
                       C 
That's the way our world worked 
                    G 
Trading favors for favors 
             D 
The sand and the dirt 
                G 
What I wouldn't give them 
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They'd try to take 
              G    D 
And when I refused them 
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They made me pay 
 
Chorus
           G7         C 
And it was so hard to see 
           G 
Until it attacked 
     D           G 
My enemy wasn't Iraq 
 
Harmonica solo
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G  C  G  D  G 
 
Verse 3
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I stood my ground 
              C 
I didn't give in 
         G 
I drew a line 
           D 
Again and again 
                        G 
When they whistled and whispered 
                        C 
When the wind kicked up dust 
                G 
I'd look to the sky 
             D 
Ask the Lord why 
                G 
I had no one to trust 
 
Chorus
                      C 
And it was so hard to see 
           G 
Until it attacked 
     D           G    G7 
My enemy wasn't Iraq 
 
Outro
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A salute and a wink 
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A little pat on the back 
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My enemy wasn't Iraq