The Good Son

One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man

One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man

One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man is gone

Well the good son walks into the field

He is a tiller and he has a tiller's hand

But deeper down in his heart now

But he's lays down his queer plans

Against his brother and against his family

Yet he worships his brother

And he worships his mother

But it's his father, he says "Is an unfair man"

The good son

The good son

The good son

The good son has sat and often wept

Beneath a malign star by which the good son kept

And the night time in which he's wrapped

Speaks of good now and it speaks of evil

And he calls to his mother, and he calls to his father

But they are deaf in the shadows of his brother's truancy

The good son

Well the good son

The good son

The good son

And he curses his mother, and he curses his father

And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing

The good son

Well the good son

And the good son

One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man

One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man

One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man

One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man

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