"I'll catch the tram line
In the morning
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 dollars
Before you leave my farm"
Van Bushell saw a hook
Which replaced Joseph's hand
He said, "Now calm you down, my brother
Let's discuss this man to man
It's no good you getting angry
We must try to act our age
You're pursuing 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 fine
But I sure can't waste my time
So move aside and let me go my way
I've got a train to ride"
Well, Joseph turned around
His grin was now a frown
He said, "Let me
Just refresh your mind
Your manners, boy
Seem hard to find"
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, 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, just 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