Call Your Boys
Call your boys now that the table's set and shiningNo one's seen any of them in many daysCall your boys, they shot a buzzard off a ChryslerAnd you still taste all that you swallowed before grace
And you'll forgive even the time they burned the hen houseAnd ran from you ran to the hills with burning hands
Setting sun framed in the doorway right behind youSeveral chores, surely some lessons left to tellSetting sun, wolves in the hills and now before youSit your boys each with their shining silverware
They'll bury you under the wood beside the carportThey'll bury you some neon stop along the way
Radio fuzz on the fence post by the pastureLong ago Liza and you would dance all dayNow you lay buried, the stern and sacred fatherIn sacred earth under the billboard in the rain
But one last toast, here's to the brave who went before usWho died in vain, died in a movie for a dream