Sunday, April 24, 2011


my father
he was a carpenter
he left me all alone
can't find my way home

he liked to play pool
under the light bulbs
he liked to drink beer
with no fear

asked me how the weather's been
i tell you it's doing fine
nothing to talk about
we're just killing time

this weight's too heavy
can't carry the cross
taxes they levy
people you've lost

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