Call your boys
Now that the table's set and shinning
No one's seen
Any of them in many days
Call your boys
They shot a buzzard off their Chrysler
And you still taste
All that you swallow before grace
And you'll forgive
Even the time they burnt the hen house
And ran from you
Ran to the hills with burning hands
Setting sun,
Framed in the doorway right behind you
Several chores
Surely some lessons left to tell
Setting sun,
Wolves in the hills are now before you
Set your boys
Each with his shinning silverware
They'll bury you
Under the wood beside the carport
And bury you
Some neon stop along the way
And radio
Fuzz on the fencepost by the pasture
Long ago
Eliza and you would dance all day
And now you lay
Buried the stern and sacred father
And sacred earth
Under a billboard in the rain
But one last toast
Here's to the brave that went before us
Who died in vain
Died in a movie for a dream

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