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[Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Your wife said this all would be funny When you got 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 And your very last tour would be up But you won't be back, they're all dressing 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 sleeping in your dress blues [Verse 3] Now the high school gymnasium's ready Full of flowers and old legionnaires Nobody showed up to protest 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 fight somebody's Hollywood war