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 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies
So clean the house, clear the drawers
Mop the floors, stand tall
Like no one's ever been here
Before or at all
And don't you mention all the inches
That are scraped on the doorframe
We all know you tiptoed
N..
Up to 4'1 back in '08
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppi?s
Your funeral was beautiful
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swinging
I'm that kid out on the river
You bailed them out, never said a thing
About Jesus or the way he's livin'
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin'
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If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppi?s
Your funeral was beautiful
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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 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies
