The in-laws are waiting the games begun The cell phone keeps dont answer it hon The whole things arranged just to Dad And its amateur day on the old slab The kids are strapped like a half load of pipe All safe in their car seats they fuss and they Well you cant hardly blame em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the This ones got flowers, ones got a wreath This ones got a name painted underneath Was the road all iced up, they going too fast Heres five in a circle left the last holiday
Theres a rig just a throwin up spray Not legal to run on kind of a day But god damn the smokies and the wheelers too offa my bumpers or the same goes for you Therell be for him He wants it the most As he it on out to the Oregon coast No turkey no gravy no wine You just over right and well get along fine Hes the football, missing the fun Hed with the grandkids but hes off on a run And some hats on the singing his song But it make a damn Hes in for a long
Now granny shes ready to eat Shes havin Cause they wont their seats But shes got em all gathered now under one With her camcorder gonna get proof But do you to wear that I just dont see why Please pass the eat shit and die Did you about Ellen, shes leaving, you know How bout those Packers, think snow? And the minute its theyll scatter like quail Off down the in the teeth of a gale Silent and And numb to the core count themselves lucky They got through one holiday
The patrolman He in the rain He just it run down to soften the stain Of the blood on his leg From working wreck And he wont it In for the next holiday
Departing Chicago at In clean desert all baggy and loose Sits an Guardsman alone by the gate The sure looked different, in 1968
When he with mom, first time on a plane To visit some kin, hes forgotten their But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn spit polished boots and their pressed army greens With the creases so sharp, and their faces so But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could Now hes got that same look, like his are black Hes in his mid forties and he has to go he cant even smoke while he waits for his plane The uniforms different, but the mission To do they tell you, dont make a fuss Whys not an issue, so dont think too You just do you have to, shut up and drive If you come apart later, well at least youre You can get you some help, you can deal it then And life will be better, til it happens
Cause theres something inside us that wont let us beIn through our days til its too dark to see And its near as deadly as Texans on ice Lord dont beat all Yall a nice holiday