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  1. Tajik Boy

From the album Ours and the Shepherds

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Lyrics

I can’t be sure but I’m sure that I did -
in a spider hole, man, he was only a kid.
Come morning I went back out again
across Kandahar’s wadis in my G-Wagon.
I was looking, looking,
yeah, I went looking,
looking for my Tajik boy.


Fathered by the Madrasas,
educated with a rusty Kalashnikov.
Padre said, ‘you ‘member Zaire?
‘kid, we were peacekeeping there but we’re soldiering here.’
But I was looking, looking,
I was still looking,
Looking for my Tajik boy.


I went looking in the city,
I went looking in the desert,
I went looking 40 nights and days.
I went looking ‘til I saw him,
I looked until I saw him,
in every stranger’s face.


I got a badge when my tour was done.
Working Sherbourne Street out of 51.
But everywhere I’d turn I’d see,
in every car window, down condom alleys -
I was looking, looking,
I was still looking,
I was looking for my Tajik boy.


I drive back roads after the beer.
Yeah, I kiss my wife and tell my son to ‘c’mere.’
And as I look into his mother’s eyes
I catch myself and I realize:
I’m looking, looking,
I’m still looking,
I’m looking for my Tajik boy.