The in-laws are waiting the games begun The cell keeps ringing dont answer it hon The whole things just to aggravate Dad And its amateur day on the old super The kids are strapped down a half load of pipe All safe in their car seats they fuss and they you cant hardly blame em it must be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch This ones got flowers, this ones got a This ones got a painted down underneath Was the all iced up, were they going too fast Heres five in a circle left from the holiday
Theres a three-trailer rig just a throwin up Not legal to run on this of a day But god the smokies and the four wheelers too Stay offa my bumpers or the same for you Therell be for him He wants it the most As he hauls it on out to the Oregon No turkey no no Zinfandel wine You stay over right and well get along fine Hes missing the football, the fun Hed with the grandkids but hes off on a run And hats on the radio singing his song But it dont make a Hes in for a long
Now granny shes ready to eat Shes conniptions they wont take their seats But shes got em all gathered now under one With her loaded gonna get proof But do you to wear that Well I 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 its over theyll scatter like quail Off down the in the teeth of a gale Silent and And numb to the core They count lucky got through one more holiday
The highway He stands in the He just it run down to soften the stain Of the blood on his leg From working that And he forget it In time for the next
Chicago at 9:52 In clean desert camo all and loose an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate The sure looked different, in 1968
When he traveled with mom, first time on a To visit kin, hes forgotten their names But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and their pressed army With the so sharp, and their faces so smooth But their eyes so heavy, he wondered how they could move Now hes got that same look, like his are black Hes in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he cant even smoke while he waits for his The uniforms different, but the remains To do they tell you, dont make a fuss Whys not an issue, so think too much You do what you have to, shut up and drive If you come apart later, well at least alive You can get you some help, you can deal it then And life will be better, til it again
Cause theres something inside us that wont let us beIn stalks through our days til its too to see And its near as deadly as Texans on ice Lord dont they all Yall have a holiday