What can you see from your window?nI can't see anythin' from minenFlags on the side of the highwaynAnd scripture on grocery store signsnnMaybe eighteen was too earlynMaybe thirty or forty is toonDid you get your chance to make peace with the mannBefore He sent down his angels for you?nnMamas and grand mamas love youn'Cause that's all they know how to donYou never planned on the bombs in the sandnOr sleepin' in your dress bluesnnYour wife said this all would be funnynWhen you got back home in a weeknTurn twenty two and we'd celebrate younIn a bar or a tent by the creeknnYour baby would just about be herenAnd your very last tour would be upnBut you won't be back, they're all dressin' in blacknDrinkin' sweet tea in Styrofoam cupsnnMamas and grand mamas love younAmerican boys hate to losenYou never planned on the bombs in the sandnOr sleepin' in your dress bluesnnThe high school gymnasium's readynFull of flowers and old LegionnairesnNobody showed up to protestnJust sniffle and starennThere's red, white and blue in the raftersnAnd there's silent old men from the CorpsnWhat did they say when they shipped you awaynTo fight somebody's Hollywood war?nnNobody here could forget younYou showed us what we had to losenYou never planned on the bombs in the sandnOr sleepin' in your dress bluesnYou never planned on the bombs in the sandnOr sleepin' in your dress blues