Lyrics:
that isn't ours
And wearin' cotton we didn't grow
He's got the red, white,
And blue flyin' high on the farm
Semper fi tattooed on his left arm
Spends
married his high school sweetheart
They brought a little plot of ground
Couple of miles out of town on a mailbox it said
Route 1 Box 144
Well back in
She could never give up the homestead on the farm
Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn
And the long straight rows that ran
From
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different
smiling thinking to myself
Man, what a picture-perfect postcard this would make of America
It's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different
As the battle raged high
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different
can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day,
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school
worlds
So many different's suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me
high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other
Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty,
Little house, little kid, little small town story
If
And I think I hear my mama calling
Gotta go
Man I loved her so
High school days with me and Becky learning what it really means to be in love
Give
get my car, and my guitar, ride through town with the top down
Maybe I could buy me some beer, run out and look at the farms
And they call it
gone to the grave
Now the sorrowful parade to the riverbank
Must be half the county come down to the riverbank
High school is closed, same for
many different suns
But we all have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you
Sometimes I think about
Our good old high school days
You would always kid about my adolescent ways
Oh, Mary, Mary, good to see you too
Haven't
Sometimes I think about
Our good old high school days
You would always kid about my adolescent ways
Oh, Mary, Mary, good to see you too
Haven't
They were farm kids way down in Dixie
They met in high school in the sixties
Everyone knew it was love from the start
One July in the midnight
the high school
Downhill from the gym
Downhill from the church and the stadium
Downhill from the baby's room
Downhill from the office
Downhill from
homeplace where I grew up of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs my shoes they were full of holes
I used to walk four miles to school
today
Bought by the high school teacher
Sold it to a baptist preacher
Who couldn't pay his taxes
Cause his flock had gone astray
So the banker
and a quarter, babe
She's a Detroit made
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Now when I first got out of high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they
down
If I knew then
What I know now
High school days and puppy love
Learning what it's all about
He was kind of awkward
I was filling out
I
Deuce and a quarter, babe
Now when I first got out of high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they walked right by me
Didn't even say good
Dope sticks on the beat
High school trauma
High school trauma
High school trauma
High school trauma
High school trauma
High school trauma
High
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