The kids are in town for a funeral, so pack the car and dry your eyes, I know they got
plenty of young blood left in em, and plenty nights under pink skies you taught em to enjoy.
So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, and stand tall, like no one's
ever been here before, or at all, and don't you mention all the inches that are scraped
on the door frame, we all know you tiptoed up to 401 back in 08.
If you could see em now, you'd be proud, though you'd think they's yuppies, your funeral
was beautiful, I bet God heard you coming.
The kids are in town for a funeral, and the grass all smells the same as the day you broke
your arm swinging on that kid out on the river, you bailed him out, never said a thing about
Jesus or the way he's living.
If you could see em now, you'd be proud, though you'd think they's yuppies, your funeral was
beautiful, I bet God heard you coming.
If you could see em now, you'd be proud, though you'd think they's yuppies, your funeral was
beautiful, I bet God heard you coming.
The kids are in town for a funeral, so pack the car and dry your eyes, I know they got
plenty of young blood left in em, and plenty nights under pink skies, you taught em to
enjoy.
