D# I'll catch the tramline in the morning G# With your leave Van Bushell said A#7 He had further heard the cock crow G# D# As he stumbled out the shed D#7 Then blind Joseph came towards him G# With a shotgun in his arms A# He said you'll pay me twenty dollars G# D# Before you leave my farm A# Van Bushell saw the hook G# D# Which replaced Joseph's hand G# He said now calm you down my brother A# D# Let's discuss this man to man G# It's no good you getting angry D# G/D Cm D#/A# We must try to act our age G# A# You're pursuing your convictions A# D# Like some hermit in a cage Chorus: D# F7 You're the son of your father G# D# Try a little bit harder F7 A#7 Do for me as he would do for you D# F7 With blood and water bricks and mortar G#7 D# He built for you a home A#/D Cm You're the son of your father G# D# 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 can't waste my time So move aside and let me go my way I've 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" Chorus Well there's two men lying dead as nails On an East Virginia farm For charity's an argument That only leads to harm So be careful when they're kind to you Don't you end up in the dirt Just remember what I'm saying to you And you likely won't get hurt Chorus You're the son of your father So treat me as your own You're the son of your father So treat me as your own, yeah | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# A#7 Cm D D# D#7 F7 G G# G#7 |