Pink Skies

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 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 door frame We all know you tip toed 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 coming The kids are in town for a funeral And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin' 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 yuppies Your funeral was beautiful Bet God heard you coming 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 The kids are in town for a funeral So, pack the car and dry your eyes I know they got of plenty young blood left in 'em And plenty nights under pink skies You taught 'em to enjoy They call your hats, a race to claim Like who gets to ride shotgun Your pocket knife, it went missing I think we know who got that one You used to let her cut the ribbons On all of her own presents It made me nervous, but now I see That we just taught different lessons