Song For Cindy Sheehan Letra

Casey was a good boy He treated people well And his momma loved him Anyone could tell She'd send him off to school Pack his lunch with care When he came back home she hugged him With her fingers in his hair Cindy, she loved Casey And when all is said and done She is every mother And he was every mother's son When Casey was a little older He spent his time each week In that church in Vacaville In the service of the meek In the service of his city In the service of the lord With his momma in the pews All the time they could afford And if their love alone could save us Then the world would be one She is every mother And he was every mother's son People thought the priesthood Was where he'd someday be So some folks were surprised When he joined the army The recruiter told him He wouldn't have to fight Cindy hoped this was the case And prayed for him every night That was before they sent him To the desert with a gun She is every mother And he was every mother's son His truck had no armor And when it came under fire It and half the soldiers in it Became a funeral pyre Cindy, she was sleeping The moment Casey died And she knew she'd never see him Standing by her side There was no consolation No safe place she could run She is every mother And he was every mother's son The president, he told her He died for a noble cause But Cindy's wondering Exactly what that was Since they never found the weapons And now that Casey's gone It seems that oil is the game And Casey was the pawn Cindy's got some questions And so does everyone Because she is every mother And he was every mother's son