The Greatest Generation Billy Cobb

[Verse 1]
He sits in his chair in the damp musty air
And the scent is nonenal and meek
He looks towards the spot where his wife used to knit
As they sat and watched cable TV
Plays chess with himself and he sips his 12oz of his finest store-bought Daquiri
He plays someone else but his days of poor health
Only hear from his kids once a week
So he looks towards the table at his old picture frames
And he sees his old friends and remembers when they sang

[Chorus]
Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die
Gory, gory what a hell of a way to diе
Gory, gory what a hell of a way to die
He ain't gonna jump no morе

[Verse 2]
Goes to the closet and pulls out his boxes of medals and army fatigues
He reads through his letters
All inked, smudged, and scattered about conditions in Normandy
Found pictures of war-time and pictures of peace-time
And plenty of all magazines
And under some bags hid a group of dog tags that belonged to his old company
Placed in his hand, he read out the name
Of an old friend he lost long before his old age