Austin Lucas Different Shade Of Red
Greatest generation
Got busy baby booming
They got it all when the war was done
And made daughters and sons
That great generation
Is slowly, sadly passing on
The daughters and sons
Are moms and dads to boys like me
That great generation
They grew flower children
They didn't mean to plant the seed
That sure one took root
Baby boomers deserved what they got
Snorting, bursting dirty punks, yeah
Grandpa thought it had it rough till he met us
I'm a lucky second son, order man
Made flesh and bone, the American blood that I hold
But it runs a different shade of red
One time winds were blowing
A coward's son would call him
But he was no coward, boys, he knew where he stood
Met my mother on a New York night
She was born in Atlanta in the heat of July
Both loving life parents were denied
Till they saw my brother's eyes
But I'm a lucky second son, order man
Made flesh and bone, the American blood that I hold
But it runs a different shade of red