Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Easter Eve, artist - John Mellencamp. Album song No Better Than This, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Concord, John Mellencamp, Rounder
Song language: English
Easter Eve |
Well me and my son of only fourteen |
A finer young gentleman you’ve never seen |
We went out walking on Easter Eve |
Just to pass some time together |
Well he asked me some questions of things that I’d done |
But I kept it good natured, we were just having fun |
And we talked about everything under the sun |
And the Easter bells were chiming |
So we walked for a while into a cafe we went |
For we were hungry from the time we’d spent |
We carried no malice or any contempt |
And both our hearts were shining |
Well we weren’t there long before my kid said hey |
There’s a man over there and he’s looking our way |
Pay no attention I said to the lad |
Let’s just mind our own business this evening |
Well the man approached said what are you staring at |
And that if we didn’t stop gawking he’d take us out back |
And teach us some manners, it was simple as that |
Keep your eyes to yourselves, you bastards |
So I looked up and said why don’t you just sit down |
You’re walking here, sir, on very thin ground |
There’s nobody gawking or looking around |
And you’re alarming all of the patrons |
Well I guess that I shouldn’t have said that |
'Cause he raised his voice said get ready to scrap |
And with that he gave my kid’s head a snap |
And said come and get what you’ve got coming |
Well my son stood up and hit him a lick |
And I tried to stop him but it happened so quick |
Then he smashed the man’s head down in the deck |
He was giving that fella a beating |
But the man reached down pulled out a small gun |
And he pointed it straight at the head of my son |
But with a longneck bottle the kid slashed at his jaw |
And the pistol fell down on the table |
Well thank God the cops came and broke up the brawl |
There was blood on the ceiling and blood on the wall |
I said to my son you know you don’t win 'em all |
This has sure been one hell of an evening |
He said you know Dad I never even saw that gal |
But I wasn’t going to stand for him threatening us now |
And I hope you forgive me for being so wild |
Here on Easter Evening |
Well they arrested us all and took us to jail |
But ten minutes later we were all out on bail |
And the wife of the man came up to my son |
And said thank you young man for what you have done |
You know my husband is jealous and very cruel |
And whenever we’re out he always acts like a fool |
And I’m gonna quit him now that they got him locked up |
And I hope to hell that he will rot |
Well me and my son of only fourteen |
A finer young gentleman you’ve never seen |
We went out walking one Easter Eve |
And left with that man’s wife that evening |