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 The good son walks into the field He is a tiller, he has a tiller's hands But deep down in his heart now He's a-laid down 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's 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 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 The good son The good son One more man gone One more man gone One more man One more man gone One more man is gone One more man (he's gone) One more man is gone One more man is gone One more man One more man gone One more man gone One more man is gone One more man One more man gone One more man gone One more man is gone One more man (he's gone) One more man gone One more man gone One more man gone The good son (one more man gone) The good son (one more man gone) The good son now is gone (one more man) The good son (one more man gone) The good son (one more man gone) The good son now is gone (one more man) One more man gone One more man gone The good son The good son The good son

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