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 them left in them
And plenty nights under pink skies you taught
them 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
Scraped on the doorframe.
We all know you tiptoed up to 401 back in the way
If you could see him now,
you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies.
Your funeral was beautiful.
I beg I heard you coming
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day he 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 him now, you'd be proud
Though you'd think days are beads
Your funeral was beautiful
I beg I heard you coming
If you could see him now,
you'd be proud
Though you'd think days are beads
Your funeral was beautiful I beg I 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 them
And plenty nights under pink skies You taught them to enjoy
And call your hat,
erase the claim Like who gets to ride shotgun
Your pocket knife,
it went missing I think we know who got that one
You used to let her cut the ribbons On all of her own presents
You made me nervous,
but now I see We just taught different lessons