I don't have the same fingering skills, so I have had to simplify the chords for my skill level.
Holding off on the Cadd9 change and carrying it over to the G - D line works for some verse.
Dust Of Uruzghan – Fred Smith
D Cadd9
In the ring they called me “Warlord”, my mother calls me Paul
G D
You can call me Private Warren when your filing your report
D Cadd9
As to how I came to be here this is what I understand
G D
In this hospital in Germany from the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
I had just turned 28, just bought a new car
G D
When I joined the first Battalion of the Big One RAR
D Cadd9
We were next up for deployment into south Afghanistan
G D
To combat the insurgence in the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
It took seven months of training just to get into the joint
G D
There were pushups and procedures there was death by power point
D Cadd9
Then the RSOI course in Ali Al Salaam
G D
But nothing can prepare you for the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
Me and Benny sat together flying into Kandahar
G D
Sucked back on our near beers in the Camp Baker Bar
D Cadd9
Then up at 0530 we were on the Herc and out
G D
Twenty flying minutes we were in to Tarin Kowt
D Cadd9
We shook hands as the boys Ripped out from MRTF one
G D
And pretty soon were out patrolling in the Afghan summer sun
D Cadd9
Walking through the green zone with a Styer in my hand
G D
Body armor chafing through the dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
We started up near Chora working 14 hours a day
G D
Mentoring a Kandak from the Afghan 4th brigade
D Cadd9
Down through the Baluchi into eastern Dorafshan
G D
Working under open skies in the dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
It’s a long way from Townsville not like any place you’ll see
G D
Suddenly you’re walking through from the 14th century
D Cadd9
Women under burkhas, tribal warlords rule a land
G D
Full of goats, and huts and jingle trucks is the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
And the Education Minister can neither read nor write
G D
And Minister for Women runs the knock shop there at night
D Cadd9
They’ve been fighting here forever over water, food and land
G D
Murdering each other in the dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
There’s nothing about this province that’s remotely fair or just
G D
worse than the corruption is the endless f#*%!ing dust
D Cadd9
Its as fine as talcum powder on the ground and in the air
G D
And it gets in to your eyes and it gets in to your hair
D Cadd9
And it gets in to your weapon and it gets in to your boots
G D
When bureaucrats all show up here it gets in to their suits
D Cadd9
It gets in the machinery and foils every plan
G D
Theres some quite symbolic about the dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
Still the people can be gracious and they’re funny and their smart
G D
And When the children look into your eyes they walk into your heart
D Cadd9
They face each day with courage and each year without a plan
G D
Beyond scratching for survival in the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
But the Taliban are ruthless keep the people terrorized
G D
With roadside bombs and hangings and leaving letters in the night
D Cadd9
And they have no useful vision for the children of this land
G D
But to keep them praying on their knees in the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
It was a quiet Saturday morning when the 2 Shop made a call
G D
On a compound of interest to the east of COP Mashal
D Cadd9
We had some information they were building IED’s
G D
So we cordoned and we searched it in accord with SOPs
D Cadd9
I was on the west flank picket, propped there with Ben
G D
there to keep a watchful eye out while the other blokes went in
D Cadd9
We looked for signs of danger from the TTPs we’d learned
G D
But the Nationals were moving back and forth without concern
D Cadd9
We’d been standing still for hours when I took a quick step back
G D
Kicked a small AP mine, and everything went black
D Cadd9
Woke up on a gurney flat out on my back
G D
had to ask them seven times just to get the facts
D Cadd9
That I lived to tell the story through a simple twist of fate
G D
The main charge lay ten feet away from the pressure plate
D Cadd9
You see the mine was linked by det chord to a big charge laid by hand
G D
Hidden there under Benny by the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
I was a Queensland Champ Thai Boxer now I look south of my knee
G D
And all I see is bed sheets were my right foot used to be
D Cadd9
Benny’s dead and buried underneath Australian sand
G D
But his spirits out their wandering through the Dust, the Dust of Uruzgan
D Cadd9
Now I’m going back to Townsville it’s the city of my birth
G D
Some go back to Ballarat and some go back to Perth
D Cadd9
I’ll be living with my mother who’s still trying to understand
G D
Why we’re spending blood and treasure in the Dust, the dust of Uruzgan