Musical Tastes

[Mark Yacavone]

I'll catch the tramline in the morning
With your leave Van Bushell said
He had further heard the **** crow
As he stumbled out the shedThen blind Joseph came towards him
With a shotgun in his arms
He said you'll pay me twenty dollars
Before you leave my farmVan Bushell saw the hook
Which replaced Joseph's hand
He said now calm you down my brother
Let's discuss this man to manIt's no good you getting angry
We must try to act our age
You're pursuing your convictions
Like some hermit in a cageYou'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 ownWell slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle
And he emptied out the shells
Van Bushell he came towards him
He shook his arm and wished him wellHe said now hey blind man that is fine
But I sure can't waste my time
So move aside and let me go my way
I've got a train to rideWell Joseph turned around
His grin was now a frown
He said let me just refresh your mind
Your manners boy seem hard to findYou'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 ownWell there's two men lying dead as nails
On an East Virginia farm
For charity's an argument
That only leads to harmSo 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 hurtYou'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
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 ownSource: LyricFindSongwriters: Bernie Taupin / Elton JohnSon of Your Father lyrics © Universal