Letters Home (Aftermath)

Well, the men arrived as the sun began to set

And they pulled a wooden crate 'bout six feet long

I could read the news in their downcast eyes, my boy had passed away

So I stepped inside 'cause there was nothin' left to say

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh-oh