Red Dirt Girl, all of it really but this always gets me:

She loved her brother I remember back when

He was fixin' up a '49 Indian

He told her, "Little sister, gonna ride the wind

Up around the moon and back again"

He never got farther than Vietnam

I was standin' there with her

When the telegram come for Lillian

Fontaines DC song A Hero's Death is probably the most uplifting punk song in existence, I love it.

Chorus:

Life ain't always empty.
Life ain't always empty.
Life ain't always empty.
Life ain't always empty.
Life ain't always empty.
Life ain't always empty.

Don't get stuck in the past.
Say your favourite things at mass.
Tell your mother that you love her.
And go out of your way for others.
Sit beneath a light that suits ya.
And look forward to a brighter future.

(Chorus)

Sink as far down as you can be pulled up.
Happiness really ain't all about luck.
Let your demeanour be your deep down self.
And don't sacrifice your life for your health.
When you speak, speak sincere.
And believe me friend, everyone will hear.

(Chorus)

Bring your own two cents.
Never borrow them from someone else.
Buy yourself a flower every hundredth hour.
Throw your hair down from your lonely tower.
And if, and if.
You find yourself in the family way.
Give the kid more than what you got in your day.

(Chorus)

Never let a clock tell you what you got time for.
It only goes around, goes around, goes around.
Take your family name for your own great sins.
'Cause each day is where it all begins.
And don't give up too quick.
You only get one line, you better make it stick.
If we give ourselves to every breath.
Then we're all in the running for a hero's death.