3 4 -4 4 3 -4 4
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 em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught em to enjoy
3 -4 6 -3 3 -3 3 -4 4
So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, stand tall
Like no one's ever been here before or at all
And don't you mention all the inches that are scraped on the doorframe
We all know you tiptoed up to 4'1" back in '08
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful I bet God heard you comin'
7 -7 7 -7 7 -7 7 -7 6 6 5 -4 4->5 -5
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swinging
I’m 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 yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet god heard you coming
7 7 -7 7 -7 7 -7 7 -7 7 7 6 6" -6 7 -7 7 -7 7
If you could see em now
You’d be proud
But you’d think they’s yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet god heard you coming
4 -5 5 -5 6" -6 7 -6 7 -6 7 7 7 -6 7 -6 6 -5 5->4
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty young blood left in em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught em to enjoy
3->4
