My Daddy's Dad he caught a ride
On a 'Magic Carpet Ship'
Rode home in 1945
With a bullet in his hip
He woulda followed Eisenhower to the belly of the sun
Fought a nasty conflict with the bottle, another war he won
He never liked to talk a lot
About the things he saw
But he hated nazis even more
Than he loved Omaha
I'm sorta glad he's not around
To see 'em rise from the underground
Good God his anger woulda been profound
To see the soul of his Party gettin' dead and drowned
Go from something good to something Oh So Bad
Grampa woulda been so mad
Gramps woulda been so mad
My Mama's brother had real long hair
And he smoked that silly stuff
And even though he felt that it wasn't fair
Well his number wasn't high enough
His hair was short and his heart was scared when he landed in Saigon
And in the end he lost a leg, but he found his best friend John
They never liked to talk a lot
About the things they saw
But John and Jacob loved to laugh
About basic in Louisiana
Well John passed on by his own hand
And now Jacob has a hard time understanding
'They said our dumb war was to take a stand
Keep a Russian dictatorship from expanding
Now the new boss loves the new Russian lunatic
Good God it woulda made John sick
God it woulda made John sick
Well good ol' Kate she was my prom date
But she never was more than a friend
She went for ROTC at State
I studied art at the U of M
Something changed in both of our brains on the day the towers fell
And war gave us different kinds of urgency, ringing out like a bell
She never liked to talk a lot
About the things she saw
But one drunk night she opened up
About the Battle of Baqubah
It sure is hard to overstate
How it broke my heart to hear how she hated
The new people coming into our state
And the border wall that she advocated
And it made me think 'What has happened to my friend?
And how is this gonna end?
How is it gonna end?
And one day if you say you gotta punch a nazi
Good God I hope you do,
But they say there's a beast in everyone
I hope you learn to sooth her too
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
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My Daddy's Dad he caught a ride
On a 'Magic Carpet Ship'
Rode home in 1945
With a bullet in his hip
He woulda followed Eisenhower to the belly of the sun
Fought a nasty conflict with the bottle, another war he won
He never liked to talk a lot
About the things he saw
But he hated nazis even more
Than he loved Omaha
I'm sorta glad he's not around
To see 'em rise from the underground
Good God his anger woulda been profound
To see the soul of his Party gettin' dead and drowned
Go from something good to something Oh So Bad
Grampa woulda been so mad
Gramps woulda been so mad
My Mama's brother had real long hair
And he smoked that silly stuff
And even though he felt that it wasn't fair
Well his number wasn't high enough
His hair was short and his heart was scared when he landed in Saigon
And in the end he lost a leg, but he found his best friend John
They never liked to talk a lot
About the things they saw
But John and Jacob loved to laugh
About basic in Louisiana
Well John passed on by his own hand
And now Jacob has a hard time understanding
'They said our dumb war was to take a stand
Keep a Russian dictatorship from expanding
Now the new boss loves the new Russian lunatic
Good God it woulda made John sick
God it woulda made John sick
Well good ol' Kate she was my prom date
But she never was more than a friend
She went for ROTC at State
I studied art at the U of M
Something changed in both of our brains on the day the towers fell
And war gave us different kinds of urgency, ringing out like a bell
She never liked to talk a lot
About the things she saw
But one drunk night she opened up
About the Battle of Baqubah
It sure is hard to overstate
How it broke my heart to hear how she hated
The new people coming into our state
And the border wall that she advocated
And it made me think 'What has happened to my friend?
And how is this gonna end?
How is it gonna end?
And one day if you say you gotta punch a nazi
Good God I hope you do,
But they say there's a beast in everyone
I hope you learn to sooth her too
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
On a 'Magic Carpet Ship'
Rode home in 1945
With a bullet in his hip
He woulda followed Eisenhower to the belly of the sun
Fought a nasty conflict with the bottle, another war he won
He never liked to talk a lot
About the things he saw
But he hated nazis even more
Than he loved Omaha
I'm sorta glad he's not around
To see 'em rise from the underground
Good God his anger woulda been profound
To see the soul of his Party gettin' dead and drowned
Go from something good to something Oh So Bad
Grampa woulda been so mad
Gramps woulda been so mad
My Mama's brother had real long hair
And he smoked that silly stuff
And even though he felt that it wasn't fair
Well his number wasn't high enough
His hair was short and his heart was scared when he landed in Saigon
And in the end he lost a leg, but he found his best friend John
They never liked to talk a lot
About the things they saw
But John and Jacob loved to laugh
About basic in Louisiana
Well John passed on by his own hand
And now Jacob has a hard time understanding
'They said our dumb war was to take a stand
Keep a Russian dictatorship from expanding
Now the new boss loves the new Russian lunatic
Good God it woulda made John sick
God it woulda made John sick
Well good ol' Kate she was my prom date
But she never was more than a friend
She went for ROTC at State
I studied art at the U of M
Something changed in both of our brains on the day the towers fell
And war gave us different kinds of urgency, ringing out like a bell
She never liked to talk a lot
About the things she saw
But one drunk night she opened up
About the Battle of Baqubah
It sure is hard to overstate
How it broke my heart to hear how she hated
The new people coming into our state
And the border wall that she advocated
And it made me think 'What has happened to my friend?
And how is this gonna end?
How is it gonna end?
And one day if you say you gotta punch a nazi
Good God I hope you do,
But they say there's a beast in everyone
I hope you learn to sooth her too
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
Writer: Eric Holm
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