Call Your Boys Songtext
von Iron & Wine

Call your boys now that the table′s set and shining
No one's seen any of them in many days
Call your boys, they shot a buzzard on a Chrysler
And you still taste all that you swallowed before grace

And you′ll forgive even the time they burned 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 and now before you
Sit your boys, each with their shining silverware

They'll bury you under the wood beside the carport
Bury you, some neon stop along the way

Radio fuzz on the fence post by the pasture
Long ago, Liza and you would dance all day
Now you lay buried, the stern and sacred father
And sacred earth under a billboard in the rain

For one last toast, here's to the brave who went before us
Who died in vain, died in a movie for a dream