My daddy sat at the kitchen table
He had grease on his coveralls
And lines beneath his eyes
Where the bombs had fallen
He'd drink a couple a beer
We'd listen to Johnny Cash on the radio
And the blue glow of the television was on all the time
His head would nod as he'd fall asleep
My mother would clear the dishes
We were ten seconds away from blowin' up the world
He'd fix those old machines
And worry 'bout his sons and my mother never drove a car
And when it finally ended
There was no parade of heroes
There was just a quiet sigh
She never came back again
And things were never the same as they were
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