Dress Blues

What can you see from your window
I cant 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
Mamas and grandmamas love you
Cause thats all they know how to do
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues
Your wife said this all would be funny
When you came back home in a week
Youd turn twenty-two and wed 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 wont be back Theyre all dressing in black
Drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups
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
Now the high school gymnasiums ready
Full of flowers and old legionnaires
Nobody showed up to protest
Just sniffle and stare
But theres red white and blue in the rafters
And theres silent old men from the corps
What did they say when they shipped you away
To fight somebodys Hollywood war
Nobody here could 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
No no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues