Dear Ms. Branstner, You are on my mind all the time I'm sleeping on the ground, for now, I'll forget about babies born, My aunt has met the lord She is living proof that our intentions do what we want them to A twenty-one gun salute could bring me back to you In a casket wrapped in a flag I would be quarantined to a row of teeth In an army green cemetery yard Dear Ms. Branstner, You are on my heart and you were from the start To be there chopping wood is as good a chance as any To see your face in time and place, Your eyes and your kind smile I will reconcile me to you A twenty-one gun salute could bring me back to you In a casket wrapped in a flag I would be quarantined to a row of teeth In an army green cemetery yard I'll be back. I'll carry that casket, I'll carry that flag I would be quarantined to a row of teeth In an army green cemetery yard