Dress Blues

INTRO /u>   VERSE What can you see from your window? I can’t see anything from mine. Flags on the side of the highway and scripture on grocery store signs. Maybe eighteen was too early. Maybe thirty or forty is too. Did you get your chance to make peace with the man before he sent down his angels for you? Chorus Mamas and grandmamas love you ’cause that’s all they know how to do. You never planned on the bombs in the sand or sleeping in your dress blues. VERSE         Your wife said this all would be funny when you came back home in a week. You’d turn twenty-two and we’d celebrate you in a bar or a tent by the creek. Your baby would just about be here. Your very last tour would be up but you won’t be back. They’re all dressing in black drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups. Chorus        Mamas and grandmamas love you American boys hate to lose. You never planned on the bombs in the sand or sleeping in your dress blues. /u>   VERSE         Now the high school gymnasium’s ready full of flowers and old legionnaires. Nobody showed up to protest just sniffle and stare. But there’s red white and blue in the rafters and there’s silent old men from the corps. What did they say when they shipped you away to give all in some god awful war Chorus        Nobody here can forget you. You showed us what we had to lose. You never planned on the bombs in the sand or sleeping in your dress blues. You never planned on the bombs in the sand or sleeping in your dress blues. You never planned on the bombs in the sand or sleeping in your dress blues.