The kids are in town for a funeralSo, pack the car and dry your eyesI know they got plenty of young blood left in 'emAnd plenty nights under pink skiesYou taught 'em to enjoy
So, clean the house, clear the drawersMop the floors, stand tallLike no one's ever been here before or at allAnd don't you mention all the inchesThat are scraped on the door frameWe all know you tip toed up to 4'1 back in '08
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proudBut you'd think they's yuppiesYour funeral was beautifulI bet God heard you coming
The kids are in town for a funeralAnd the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin'On that kid out on the riverYou bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proudBut you'd think they's yuppiesYour funeral was beautifulBet God heard you coming
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proudBut you'd think they's yuppiesYour funeral was beautifulI bet God heard you coming
The kids are in town for a funeralSo, pack the car and dry your eyesI know they got plenty young blood left in 'emAnd plenty nights under pink skiesYou taught 'em to enjoy