Lyrics Call Your Boys - Iron & Wine

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 shot a buzzard off 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, wolves in the hills and now before you
Sit 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
In sacred earth under the billboard in the rain
But one last toast, here’s to the brave who went before us
Who died in vain, died in a movie for a dream