Send Me Back to Georgia
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I was raised on grits and Jesus
My country wrong or right
Just a poor North Georgia farm boy
Scared to death and quick to fight
Mother said he's born to trouble
Father said low down and mean
So I joined up in the army
Soon as I turned 17
Won't you send me back to Georgia
Before I fight another day
Let the water from the mountains
Wash the bloodstains away
In a place I'd never heard of
That they call El Salvador
Where the mountains look like home
And the fields all smell of war
They may say we're just advisors
Wash their hands of all the dead
But when you see the things we're doing
Lord, it's hard to turn your head
Won't you send me back to Georgia
Before I fight another day
Let the water from the mountains
Wash the bloodstains away
I was proud to be a soldier
I was proud to hold a gun
But there's a difference between fighting
And just shooting people down
Well, I will never be a preacher
But I do know wrong from right
And a war against poor farmers
That ain't no war I want to fight
Won't you send me back to Georgia
Before I fight another day
Let the water from the mountains
Wash the bloodstains away
Won't you send me back to Georgia
Before I fight another day
Let the water from the mountains
Wash the bloodstains away
Won't you send me back to Georgia
Before I fight another day
Let the water from the mountains
Wash the bloodstains away