Gray day, no dawn,
Everyone that's here, is gone
Except of course my Junkie son
Draw the black flag cross the moon
Burn the bottom of a thousand spoons
The Poppy frees us from the gloom
Star light, star bright
Heart pounding in my chest tonight
Vampires shrinking from the light
Oh, God whose image we are in
Christ, who frees us of our sins
Bless you for the Heroin
A grey silver casket rolls off of the airplane,
A star spangled banner draped over the lid
Inside the remains of our little brother,
They say he's a soldier but he's just a kid
Well, we're here to take him to Harlan, Kentucky,
And bury him there in our family plot
We think of the day he went in the army,
Expecting a much better deal than he got.
And he'll be a hero in Harlan,
Like all the young soldiers before.
He won't be the first and he won't be the last,
To lay down his life in a war.
Some where in the records he'll just be a number,
Another young man lying under a sheet
We're taking him home to rest high on a hillside,
And he'll be a hero in Harlan this week.
He never made A's when he sat in the classroom,
Never got dates with the prettiest girls.
When he got turned job for the job at the coal mine,
I guess that's what turned him to saving the world.
The worlds a big place and maybe needs saving.
But what can a country boy do with a gun?
He used to win teddy bears down at the fairgrounds,
When living was easy and shooting was fun.
They fold up the Stars and Stripes for his mother.
And gently exchange her the flag for her son.
A harder exchange never took place in Harlan,
But it's not the first time it's ever been done