the db's
home for the holidays
Well I found a bunch of letters That were written for the fellow who broke your momma's heart And the envelope folds smelled of her ancient perfume I'll bet she didn't know How to respond before the blankets of snow Caught him out wandering alone With no place to go  There were stars in the sky There were houses on the hill And there bottles of pills that were easy to buy To keep her warm from the oncoming storm  Well I found them in the northwest corner of the attic in a box Labeled tinsel and lights Didn't know what I was I looking for Maybe just a blanket or artifacts Eisenhower sent him to war He kept her picture in his pocket that was closest to his heart And when he hit shore Must have been a target for the gunman  There were stars in the sky There were bunkers on the hill and there were caskets to fill Where he will lie Shrouded in the red white and blue with the stripes  There were stars in the sky There were houses on the hill And there were bottles of pills that were easy to buy To keep her warm from the oncoming storm