Dress Blues

What can you see from your window? I can't see anything from mine Flags on the side of the highway And scripture on grocery store signs Maybe eighteen was too early Maybe thirty or forty is too Did you get your chance to make peace with the man Before he sent down his angels for you? Mamas and grandmamas love you 'Cause that's all they know how to do You never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues Your wife said this all would be funny When you came back home in a week You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you In a bar or a tent by the creek Your baby would just about be here Your very last tour would be up But you won't be back. They're all dressing in black Drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups Mamas and grandmamas love you American boys hate to lose You never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues Now the high school gymnasium's ready Full of flowers and old legionnaires Nobody showed up to protest They just sniffle and stare But there's red, white, and blue in the rafters And there's silent old men from the corps What did they say when they shipped you away To give all in some God awful war? Nobody here could forget you You showed us what we had to lose You never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues You never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues --- Dress Blues - Zac Brown Band