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 shut a buzzard on a Chrysler    And you still taste all that you swallowed before grace       And you'll forgive even the time they burned the hen house    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 was in the hills and now before you    Set your boys each with their shining silverware       They'll bury you under the wood beside the carport    They'll bury you some neon stop along the way       Radio fuzz on the fence post 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 the billboard in the rain       For one last toast here's to the brave who went before us    Who died in vain, died in a movie for a dream