Son Of Your Father

I catch a trap-line in the morning

With your leave van, Bushel said

He had 'twell heard the cock crow

As he stumbled out of the shed

When Blind Jozy came towards him

With a shotgun in his arms

He said you'll pay me twenty dollars

Before you leave my farm

Then Bushel saw the hook

Which replaced George's hand

He said, "Calm you down, my brother

Let's discuss this madman

There's no good you getting angry

We must try to act our age

You're pursuing your convictions

Like a hermit in a cage"

You're the son of your father

Try a little bit harder

To do for me as he would do for you

With blood, water, bricks and water

He built for you a home

You're the son of your father

So treat me as your own

Then slowly George deployed his rifle

And he camped behind the shed

And Bushel came towards him

Shook his arm and wished him well

He said, "Blind man, well that's fine

But I just can't waste my time

So move aside, let me go my way

I've got a train to plan"

Then Jozy turned around

His grin was now a frown

He said, "Let me just refresh your mind

That manners, boy, seem hard to find"

You're the son of your father

Try a little bit harder

To do for me as he would do for you

With blood, water, bricks and water

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

Son of your father

Treat me as your own

Try a little bit harder