| I’ll catch the tramline in the morning
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| With your leave Van Bushell said
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| He had further heard the cock crow
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| As he stumbled out the shed
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| Then blind Joseph came towards him
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| With a shotgun in his arms
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| He said you’ll pay me twenty dollars
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| Before you leave my farm
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| Van Bushell saw the hook
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| Which replaced Joseph’s hand
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| He said now calm you down my brother
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| Let’s discuss this man to man
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| It’s no good you getting angry
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| We must try to act our age
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| You’re pursuing your convictions
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| Like some hermit in a cage
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| You’re the son of your father
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| Try a little bit harder
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| Do for me as he would do for you
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| With blood and water bricks and mortar
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| He built for you a home
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| You’re the son of your father
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| So treat me as your own
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| Well slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle
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| And he emptied out the shells
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| Van Bushell he came towards him
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| He shook his arm and wished him well
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| He said now hey blind man that is fine
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| But I sure can’t waste my time
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| So move aside and let me go my way
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| I’ve got a train to ride
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| Well Joseph turned around
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| His grin was now a frown
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| He said let me just refresh your mind
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| Your manners boy seem hard to find
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| You’re the son of your father
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| Try a little bit harder
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| Do for me as he would do for you
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| With blood and water bricks and mortar
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| He built for you a home
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| You’re the son of your father
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| So treat me as your own
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| You’re the son of your father
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| So treat me as your own
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| You’re the son of your father
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| So treat me as your own |