Son Of Your Father

"I'll catch the tram line in the mornin'With your leave",
Van Bushell said
He had further heard the cock crow
As he stumbled out the shed
Then blind
Joseph came towards him
With a shotgun in his arms
He said, "You'll pay me twenty dollarsBefore you leave my farm"
Van Bushell saw a hook
Which replaced
Joseph's hand
He said, "Now calm you down my brotherLet's discuss this man to man"
It's no good you gettin' angry
We must try to act our age
You're pursuin' your convictions
Like some hermit in a cage
You're the son of your father
You try a little bit harder
Do for me as he would do for you
With blood and water, bricks and mortar
He built for you a home
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
Well slowly
Joseph barely lowered the rifle
And he emptied out the shells
Van Bushell, he came towards him
He shook his arm and wished him well
He said, "Now hey blind man that is fineBut I sure can't waste my timeSo move aside and let me go my wayI've got a train to ride"
Well Joseph turned around
His grin was now a frown
He said, "Let me just refresh your mindYour manners boy seem hard to find"
You're the son of your father
Try a little bit harder
Do for me as he would do for you
With blood and water, bricks and mortar
He built for you a home
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
Well there's two men lying dead as nails
On an East
Virginia farm
For charity's an argument
That only leads to harm
So be careful when they're kind to you
Don't you end up in the dirt
Just remember what
I'm saying to you
And you likely won't get hurt
You're the son of your father
Oh, try a little bit harder
You gotta do for me as he would do for you
With blood and water, bricks and mortar
He built for you a home
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own
You're the son of your father
So treat me as your own, yeah