Dress Blues (Sirens of the Ditch) Songtext
von Jason Isbell

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 18 was to early
Maybe 30 or 40 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
But 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 got back home in a week
You'd turn 22 and we'd celebrate you
In a bar or a tent by the creek


Your baby would just about be here
And your very last tour would be up
But you won′t be back, they′re all dressing in black
Drinking sweet tea in a styrofoam cups

Mamas and grandmamas love you
American boys hate to lose
But you never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues

The high school gymnasium's ready
Full of flowers and old legionnaires
Nobody showed up to protest
Just sniffle and stare

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 fight somebody′s Hollywood war?

And nobody here could forget you
You showed us what we had to lose
And 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