A boy dressed for a funeral
Looks so innocent and sweet
With paint and hole covered feet
He is camouflaged in his grandfather\'s clothes
A man becomes a boy again
When he has to face death head on
That is when the innocence shines in his eyes
Is when you can see the clothes hang off his sides
His casket he will hold
Until he too grows old
A bearer of many
This feeling must be heavy
He becomes a man again
As the sun sets over the graves
He goes on about his days
Honor him is whiskey waves