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Mary Gauthier
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Mary Gauthier


I was an Army mechanic
I worked with the men
I worked on my back
I tried to fit in
Torque wrenches and ratchets
Multi-meters and scales
Grease on my face
Grease on my hands
Grease under my nails

And it was so hard to see 'til it attacked
My enemy wasn't Iraq

Soldiers bartered and traded
That's the way our world worked
Trading favors for favors
The sand and the dirt
What I wouldn't give them
They'd try to take
When I refused them
They made me pay

And it was so hard to see 'til it attacked
But my enemy wasn't Iraq

[Harmonica solo]

I stood my ground
I didn't give in
I drew a line
Again and again
When they whistled and whispered
When the wind kicked up dust
I looked to the sky
Asked the Lord why
And had no one to trust

And it was so hard to see 'til it attacked
But my enemy wasn't Iraq

A salute and a wink
A little pat on the back
My enemy wasn't Iraq



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