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
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
