Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephen Wilson Jr.
Stephen Wilson Jr.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Wilson Jr.
Stephen Wilson Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben West
Ben West
Producer
Kelsey Granda
Kelsey Granda
Studio Personnel
Shawn Grove
Shawn Grove
Mixing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
All the wars from now on
[Verse 1]
Hey Bill, hey Don, hey Roger, hey Ron
Four Purple Hearts full of war stories and local diner black coffee
They laugh, act a fool, talk some trash, shoot the bull
But they're sweet as a slice of chess pie with shrapnel still in their bodies
[PreChorus]
I couldn't help but sit there and watch 'em go about
And that's when it hit me, they got it figured out
[Chorus]
All the wars from now on should be fought by old men
Who are old enough to know better now, knowin' better than back then
They'd set their weapons on the ground and crack a couple cold beers
Share Polaroids of their grandkids, let the black powder smoke clear
They'd play cards and shake hands, make some new friends
All the wars from now on should be fought by old men
[Bridge]
Yeah, don't they usually send some poor mother's son?
Youth is wasted on the young
Recruit 'em right outta high school, hell, they won't know any better
They'll fight, yeah, they'll die and their hometowns will cry
And all that's left is some emptiness and a shaky handwritten letter
And it's been that way forever
[Chorus]
All the wars from now on should be fought by old men
That are old enough to know better now, knowin' better than back then
They'd set their weapons on the ground and crack a couple cold beers
Share Polaroids of their grandkids, let the black powder smoke clear
They'd play cards and shake hands, make some new friends
All the wars from now on should be fought by old men
[PreChorus]
There'd be peace on Earth every day
Hell, ain't they the ones that usually start them anyway?
[Chorus]
All the wars from now on should be fought by old men
Who are old enough to know better now, knowin' better than back then
They'd set their weapons on the ground and crack a couple cold beers
Share Polaroids of their grandkids, let the black powder smoke clear
They'd play cards and shake hands, make some new friends
[Outro]
All the wars from now on
All the wars from now on
Written by: Stephen Wilson Jr.
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