Mamas and grand mamas love you
Mamas and grand mamas love you
Before He sent down his angels for you?
Or sleepin' in your dress blues
Or sleepin' in your dress blues
I can't see anythin' from mine
Your wife said this all would be funny
Full of flowers and old Legionnaires
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
There's red, white and blue in the rafters
And there's silent old men from the Corps
Your baby would just about be here
When you got back home in a week
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleepin' in your dress blues
'Cause that's all they know how to do
American boys hate to lose
What can you see from your window?
Songwriter: Michael Jason Isbell
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
And your very last tour would be up
Nobody here could forget you
What did they say when they shipped you away
In a bar or a tent by the creek
Maybe eighteen was too early
The high school gymnasium's ready
But you won't be back, they're all dressin' in black
Turn twenty two and we'd celebrate you
Publisher: FAME PUBLISHING CO INC
Or sleepin' in your dress blues
Maybe thirty or forty is too
Flags on the side of the highway
Drinkin' sweet tea in Styrofoam cups
Just sniffle and stare
To fight somebody's Hollywood war?
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
And scripture on grocery store signs
Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
Nobody showed up to protest
You showed us what we had to lose