It must be hard to bury your own son,
They're not supposed to go before you,
He died alone, no wife or kids,
The smell of dead fill my nose,
Not soon to forget,
Lots of strangers gathered around,
Talking crying, laughing a little too loud,
Some of us quiet,
My favorite joke,
"I got into a fight with a jack one time, jack Daniels, he won"
I like alcoholics they're  too honest.