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