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The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty of young blood left in them
Plenty nights under big skies you taught them to enjoy
So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, stand tall
Like no one's ever been here before or at all
Don't you mention all the inches that I scraped on the door frame
We all know you tiptoed up to 4'1 back in '08
If you could see them now you be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you coming
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same
As the day you broke your arms swinging
On that kid out on the river
You bailed him out
Never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living
If you could see 'em now
You'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppie
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you coming