[00:00.000] 作词 : Jason Isbell/Zac Brown Band
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jason Isbell/Zac Brown Band
[00:10.990]What can you see from your window
[00:16.920]I can't see anything from mine
[00:22.700]Flags on the side of the highway
[00:28.200]And scripture on grocery store signs
[00:33.350]Maybe eighteen was too early
[00:39.400]Maybe thirty or forty is too
[00:43.840]Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
[00:49.620]Before he sent down his angels for you
[00:55.160]Mamas and grandmamas love you
[01:00.260]Cause that's all they know how to do
[01:06.480]You never planned on the bombs in the sand
[01:11.000]Or sleeping in your dress blues
[01:27.700]Your wife said this all would be funny
[01:32.950]When you came back home in a week
[01:38.260]You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
[01:43.250]In a bar or a tent by the creek
[01:49.240]Your baby would just about be here
[01:54.220]Your very last tour would be up
[01:59.880]But you won't be back,they're all dressin' in black
[02:05.180]Drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups
[02:11.110]Mamas and grandmamas love you
[02:16.540]American boys hate to lose
[02:22.140]You never planned on the bombs in the sand
[02:27.200]Or sleepin' in your dress blues
[03:41.700]Now the high school gymnasium's ready
[03:47.630]Full of flowers and old legionnaires
[03:53.410]Nobody showed up to protest
[03:58.360]They just sniffle and stare
[04:03.670]There's red, white, and blue in the rafters
[04:09.080]And there's silent old men from the corps
[04:14.890]What did they say when they shipped you away
[04:20.120]To give all in some God awful war
[04:25.950]Nobody here could forget you
[04:31.230]You showed us what we had to lose
[04:37.260]You never planned on the bombs in the sand
[04:41.390]Or sleeping in your dress blues
[04:47.070]No,no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
[04:52.390]Or sleeping in your dress blues
[04:58.420]You never planned on the bombs in the sand
[05:03.190]Or sleeping in your dress blues

作词 : Jason Isbell/Zac Brown Band
作曲 : Jason Isbell/Zac Brown Band
What can you see from your window
I can't see anything from mine
Flags on the side of the highway
And scripture on grocery store signs
Maybe eighteen was too early
Maybe thirty or forty is too
Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
Before he sent down his angels for you
Mamas and grandmamas love you
Cause that's all they know how to do
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues
Your wife said this all would be funny
When you came back home in a week
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
In a bar or a tent by the creek
Your baby would just about be here
Your very last tour would be up
But you won't be back,they're all dressin' in black
Drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups
Mamas and grandmamas love you
American boys hate to lose
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleepin' in your dress blues
Now the high school gymnasium's ready
Full of flowers and old legionnaires
Nobody showed up to protest
They just sniffle and stare
There's red, white, and blue in the rafters
And there's silent old men from the corps
What did they say when they shipped you away
To give all in some God awful war
Nobody here could forget you
You showed us what we had to lose
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues
No,no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress blues