LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDress Blues
[Verse 1]What can you see from your window?I can't see anything from mineFlags on the side of the highwayAnd scripture on grocery store signsMaybe eighteen was too earlyMaybe thirty or forty is tooDid you get your chance to make peace with the manBefore he sent down his angels for you?[Chorus 1]Mamas and grandmamas love youCause that's all they know how to doYou never planned on the bombs in the sandOr sleeping in your dress blues[Verse 2]Your wife said this all would be funnyWhen you came back home in a weekYou'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate youIn a bar or a tent by the creekYour baby would just about be hereYour very last tour would be upBut you won't be back. They're all dressing in blackDrinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups[Chorus 2]Mamas and grandmamas love youAmerican boys hate to loseYou never planned on the bombs in the sandOr sleeping in your dress blues[Verse 3]Now the high school gymnasium's readyFull of flowers and old legionnairesNobody showed up to protestJust sniffle and stareBut there's red, white, and blue in the raftersAnd there's silent old men from the corpsWhat did they say when they shipped you awayTo fight somebody's God awful war?[Chorus 3]Nobody here could forget youYou showed us what we had to loseYou never planned on the bombs in the sandOr sleeping in your dress blues[Outro]No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sandOr sleeping in your dress blues
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