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Dress Blues


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What can you see from your window 
I can't see anything from mine 
Flags on the side of the highway 
Scripture on grocery store signs 
Maybe eighteen is 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 that's 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 
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

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

(Instrumental break)

Now the high school gymnasium's ready 
Full of flowers and old legionnaires 
Nobody showed up to protest 
They just sniffled and stared 
But there's red, white, and blue in the rafters 
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

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

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

Dress Blues
Written byJason Isbell