Posted by Cookie on 4/5/2005, 8:24 am, in reply to "Looking fr lyrics and song" My father had a Randall knife My father was a good man Well he let me take it camping once There it slept and there it stayed My father died when I was forty So we took his ashes out to sea My hand burned for the Randall knife
Randall Knife
(Guy Clark)
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to WWII
To save us all from ruin
Now if you've ever held a Randall knife
You know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell
He was a lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see
Him misuse the blade
Well, it almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
Ah the knife was made for darker things
And you could not bend the rules
On a Boy Scout jamboree
I broke a half an inch off
Trying to stick it in a tree
Well I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
He put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word one
For twenty some odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try
Oh I'd cried for ever lesser thing
Whiskey, pain and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready
And poured 'em off the stern
Then threw the roses in the wake
Of everything we'd learned
And when we got back to the house
They asked me what I wanted
Not the law books, not the watch
I need the things haunted
There in the bottom drawer
I found a tear for my father's life
And all that it stood for
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