The in-laws are the games have begun The cell keeps ringing dont answer it hon The whole arranged just to aggravate Dad And its amateur day on the old super The are strapped down like a half load of pipe All safe in car seats they fuss and they gripe Well you cant hardly blame em it be a bitchCounting the crosses off down in the ditch This got flowers, this ones got a wreath This ones got a name down underneath Was the all iced up, were they going too fast Heres five in a circle left from the last
Theres a rig just a throwin up spray Not legal to run on this of a day But god damn the smokies and the wheelers too Stay my bumpers or the same goes for you be none for him He wants it the most As he hauls it on out to the Oregon No no gravy no Zinfandel wine You just stay over right and well get along Hes missing the football, the fun Hed with the grandkids but hes off on a run And some hats on the radio his song But it dont make a Hes in for a long
Now shes yelling ready to eat Shes havin they wont take their seats But got em all gathered now under one roof With her loaded Shes gonna get But do you have to that I just dont see why Please the potatoesAw eat shit and die Did you about Ellen, shes leaving, you know How bout those Packers, itll snow? And the its over theyll scatter like quail Off down the freeway in the of a gale Silent and And numb to the core count themselves lucky They got through one more
The patrolman He in the rain He lets it run down to soften the stain Of the on his pant leg From that wreck And he forget it In time for the next
Departing Chicago at In clean desert camo all baggy and an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate The place sure looked different, in
When he traveled mom, first time on a plane To visit some kin, hes their names But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teensIn their spit polished boots and pressed army greens the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth But their eyes looked so heavy, he how they could move Now hes got that same look, like his insides are Hes in his mid forties and he has to go backAnd he cant even smoke he waits for his plane 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 youre You can get you some help, you can deal it then And will be better, til it happens again
Cause something inside us that wont let us beIn stalks through our days til its too dark to see And its near as deadly as Texans on ice Lord they beat all Yall have a nice