The Randall Knife

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Guy Clark - Country

The Randall Knife

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[Verse 1] My father had a Randall knife, my mother gave it to him When he went off to World War II to save us all from ruin Now if you've ever held a Randall knife, you know my father well And if a better blade was ever made, it was prob'ly forged in hell [Verse 2] My father was a good man, 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, you could not bend the rules [Verse 3] Well, he let me take it camping once on a Boy Scout jamboree And I broke a half-an-inch off tryin' to stick it in a tree Well, I hid it from him for a while, but the knife and he were one And he put it in his bottom drawer without a hard word won There it slept and there it stayed for twenty some-odd years Sort of like Excalibur except waiting for a tear [Verse 4] My father died when I was forty and I couldn't find a way to cry Not because I didn't love him, not because he didn't try Well, I'd cried for every lesser thing: whiskey, pain, and beauty But he deserved a better tear and I was not quite ready [Verse 5] So we took his ashes out to sea and poured 'em off the stern And then threw the roses in the wake of everything we'd learned And when we got back to the house, oh they asked me what I wanted Not the law books, not the watch, ooh I need the thing he's haunted Ooh my hand burned for the Randall knife there in the bottom drawer And I found a tear for my father's life and all that it stood for

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  • Guy Clark