Letras: Iron & Wine. Other. Call Your Boys.

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