Call Your Boys Lyrics

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 off the Chrysler And you still taste all that you swallowed before grace
And you'll forgive even the time they burned the henhouse 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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/call-your-boys-lyrics-iron-wine.html ] Said your boys, each with his shining silverware They'll burry you under the wood beside the carport Burry you, some neon stop along the way
Radio fuzz on the fencepost 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
But one last toast, here's to the brave who went before us Who died in vain, died in a movie for a dream