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    Randall Knife

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    Randall Knife
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      Lyrics for Guy Clark - "Randall Knife"

      My father had a Randall knife
      My mother gave it to him
      When he went off to WWII
      To save us all from ruin
      If you've ever held a Randall knife
      Then you know my father well
      If a better blade was ever made
      It was probably forged in hell

      My father was a good man
      A lawyer by his trade
      And only once did I ever see
      Him misuse the blade
      It almost cut his thumb off
      When he took it for a tool
      The knife was made for darker things
      And you could not bend the rules

      He let me take it camping once
      On a Boy Scout jamboree
      And I broke a half an inch off
      Trying to stick it in a tree
      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

      There it slept and there it stayed
      For twenty some odd years
      Sort of like Excalibur
      Except waiting for a tear

      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
      I'd cried for every lesser thing
      Whiskey, pain and beauty
      But he deserved a better tear
      And I was not quite ready

      So we took his ashed out to sea
      And poured `em off the stern
      And threw the roses in the wake
      Of everything we'd learned
      When we got back to the house
      They asked me what I wanted
      Not the lawbooks not the watch
      I need the things he's haunted

      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      Clark, Guy
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