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Guy Clark

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Data di rilascio : 07/03/2012

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My father had a randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to world war ii
To save us all from ruin

Now if you've ever held a randall knife
You know my father well
And if a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man
He was a lawyer by his trade
And only once did i ever see
Him misuse the blade

Well, it almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
Now the knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules

Well, he let me take it camping once
On a boy scout jamboree
And i broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree

Well, i hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
And he put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one

There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like excalibur
Except waiting for a tear

My father died when i was forty
And i couldn't find a way to cry
Not because i didn't love him
Not because he didn't try

Well, i'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And i was not quite ready

So we took his ashes out to sea
And poured `em off the stern
And then threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned

And when we got back to the house
Well, they asked me what i wanted
Not the law books, not the watch
Oh, i need the things he's haunted

Oh, my hand burned for the randall knife
There in the bottom drawer
And i found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for

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