text: Ill catch the tram line 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 a 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
  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
  Youre 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 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
  Well theres two men lying dead as nails
  On an East Virginia farm
  For charitys an argument
  That only leads to harm
  So be careful when theyre kind to you
  Dont you end up in the dirt
  Just remember what Im saying to you
  And you likely wont get hurt
  Youre the son of your father
  Oh, try a little bit harder
  You gotta do for me as he would do for you
  Youre the son of your father
  So treat me as your own
  Youre the son of your father
  So treat me as your own, yeah