Son Of Your Father - Previously Unreleased Lyrics
| Song | Son Of Your Father - Previously Unreleased |
| Artist | Elton John |
| Album | Tumbleweed Connection Deluxe Edition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin | |
| "I'll catch the tram line in the mornin'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 dollarsBefore you leave my farm" | |
| Van Bushell saw a hook | |
| Which replaced | |
| Joseph's hand | |
| He said, "Now calm you down my brotherLet's discuss this man to man" | |
| It's no good you gettin' angry | |
| We must try to act our age | |
| You're pursuin' 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 fineBut I sure can't waste my timeSo move aside and let me go my wayI've got a train to ride" | |
| Well Joseph turned around | |
| His grin was now a frown | |
| He said, "Let me just refresh your mindYour manners boy seem hard to find" | |
| You're the son of your father | |
| 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, 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 |
| zuo qu : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
| " I' ll catch the tram line in the mornin' 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 dollarsBefore you leave my farm" | |
| Van Bushell saw a hook | |
| Which replaced | |
| Joseph' s hand | |
| He said, " Now calm you down my brotherLet' s discuss this man to man" | |
| It' s no good you gettin' angry | |
| We must try to act our age | |
| You' re pursuin' 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 fineBut I sure can' t waste my timeSo move aside and let me go my wayI' ve got a train to ride" | |
| Well Joseph turned around | |
| His grin was now a frown | |
| He said, " Let me just refresh your mindYour manners boy seem hard to find" | |
| You' re the son of your father | |
| 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, 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Elton John Bernie Taupin | |
| " I' ll catch the tram line in the mornin' 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 dollarsBefore you leave my farm" | |
| Van Bushell saw a hook | |
| Which replaced | |
| Joseph' s hand | |
| He said, " Now calm you down my brotherLet' s discuss this man to man" | |
| It' s no good you gettin' angry | |
| We must try to act our age | |
| You' re pursuin' 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 fineBut I sure can' t waste my timeSo move aside and let me go my wayI' ve got a train to ride" | |
| Well Joseph turned around | |
| His grin was now a frown | |
| He said, " Let me just refresh your mindYour manners boy seem hard to find" | |
| You' re the son of your father | |
| 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, 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 |
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