text: Ill catch the tramline in the morning
  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 youll pay me twenty dollars
  Before you leave my farm
  Van Bushell saw the hook
  Which replaced Josephs hand
  He said now calm you down my brother
  Lets discuss this man to man
  Its no good you getting angry
  We must try to act our age
  Youre pursuing your convictions
  Like some hermit in a cage
  Youre 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
  Youre the son of your father
  So treat me as your own
  Well 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 well
  He said now hey blind man that is fine
  But I sure cant waste my time
  So move aside and let me go my way
  Ive got a train to ride
  Well Joseph turned around
  His grin was now a frown
  He said let me just refresh your mind
  Your manners boy seem hard to find
  Youre 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
  Youre the son of your father
  So treat me as your own
  Youre the son of your father
  So treat me as your own
  Youre the son of your father
  So treat me as your own