Hey Bill, Hey Don, Hey Aaron,
Hey Ron, for Purple Hearts, for Lord's Stories, and local diner Black Coffee.
They laugh at the fool, talk some trash, shoot the bull.
But they're as sweet as a slice of chest pie with shrapnel still in their bodies.
And I couldn't help but sit there and watch them go about.
And that's when it hit me.
They got it figured out on a horse from now on.
Should be fought by old men who are old enough to know better now.
No one better than back then.
They'd set their weapons on the ground and crack a couple cold beers.
Share Polaroids of the grandkids, let the black powder smoke clear.
They'd play cards.
Shake hands.
Make some new friends.
All the wars from now on should be fought by old men.
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Don't they usually send to some poor mother's son?
Youth is wasted on the young.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.


Right out of high school.
Hell, they won't know any better.
They'll fight it.
They'll die.
And their hometowns will cry.
And all that's left is some emptiness and a shaky handwritten letter.
And it's been that way forever on.
Oh, what's from now on should be fought by old men who are old enough to know better now.
No one better than back then.
They'd set their weapons on the ground and crack a couple cold beers.
Share Polaroids of the grandkids, let the black powder smoke clear.
They'd play cards and shake hands and make some new friends.
All the wars from now on should be fought by old men.
They'd be peace on earth every day.
Ain't they the ones that usually start them anyway?
Well, the wars from now on should be fought by old men who are old enough to know better now.
No one better than back then.
They'd set their weapons on the ground and crack a couple cold beers.
Share Polaroids of the grandkids, let the black powder smoke clear.
They'd play cards and shake hands and make some new friends.
All the wars from now on.
All the wars from now on.
All the wars from now on.
© transcript Emily Beynon