Tonart: G major
Verse 1
G
A
D
G
I'm
waking up
and staring out.
A
It's kind of hard to see.
D
I'm thinking back to growing up
G
in Tupelo, Mississippi.
I first left home when I was 20
A
and still really green.
D
Sent me off to Camp Pendleton
I have a wife and child
A
who just turned 5 this week.
D
I miss him so I can't believe
G
that he can really speak.
I wrote my wife once every week
Em
A
so she could hear the news
D
She wrote me back once every day
G
to clear away the blues
They trained me well, I made the cut,
A
they couldn't make me cry
D
I shined my boots and cleaned my gun
A
G
I made some friends
D
A
and shared some fun
and caught a little flack
D
With a swagger and a prayer
G
D
With a swagger and a prayer
C
I wonder what I'm doing in this place
G
D
It's hard to sleep,
there's too much noise,
C
G
I'm afraid I'll fall from grace
D
My steels says, don't worry son,
C
G
just keep up the pace
D
I'm glad you're not pretend,
C
G
you got a street fighter's face, yeah
D
I'm glad you're with me son,
C
D
G
you got a street fighter's face
The man said, mission accomplished,
D
We celebrated a new life,
We danced a bit and drank some beers
Em
A
and then we drank some more
D
For once I finally fell asleep,
G
I passed out on the floor
For weeks we cruised the streets,
A
they said that we were not done
D
The sun so hot, my clothes so wet,
G
we're al ways on the run
We cruised Fallujah in our Jeep,
A
just me and my three friends
D
A roadside bomb blew us to hell
G
and made the metal bend
I woke up in Bethesda
D
They finally broke the news to me
G
that all my friends were dead
My legs are dying,
A
I can't feel a thing on my face
D
Man, I don't even look like me,
G
a monster took my place
C
I wonder what I'm doing in this place
G
D
It's hard to sleep, there's too much noise,
C
G
I think I fell from grace
D
My CO says, don't worry son,
C
G
just keep up the pace
D
I'm glad you're my platoon,
C
G
you got a street fighter's face
D
Yeah, you serve your country well
C
G
with your street fighter's face
Well, my wife don't come around much,
D
And I can't really blame her,
G
I don't feel I'm worth a damn
And I stay in most nights
A
with a bottle to wind down
D
Sometimes I try to smile,
G
but mostly I just frown
My son's half grown up now,
D
We share a story and some drinks,
G
I usually end up crying
He pushes me in my wheelchair
D
When people see my face,
G
they always turn away in shock
I wonder what we fought for
D
I pray to God for my dead friends,
I wish that I could just go back
G
with my street fighter's face
C
I wonder what I'm do ing in this place
G
D
It's hard to think, there's too much noise,
C
G
I think I fell from grace
D
My CEO says, don't worry son,
C
G
just keep up the pace
D
I'm glad you're my platoon,
C
G
you got a street fighter's face, yeah
D
You still can't catch it
C
G
when we do a street fight, it's fate
Waking up and staring out,
D
I'm thinking back to growing up
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