Randall Knife

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


[Verse 2]
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My father was a good man, he was a
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 lawyer by his trade
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And only once did I ever see him 
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misuse the blade
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Well, it almost cut his thumb off 
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when he took it for a tool
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Ah, the knife was made for darker 
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things and could not bend the rules


[Verse 3]
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He let me take it camping once on a 
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Boy Scout jamboree
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And I broke a half an inch off 
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trying to stick it in a tree
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I hid it from him for a while but 
the knife and he were one
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He put it in his bottom drawer 
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without a hard word one


[Verse 4]
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And there it slept and there it 
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stayed For twenty some odd years
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Sort of like Excalibur except 
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waiting for a tear


[Verse 5]
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My father died when I was forty and 
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I couldn't find a way to cry
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Not because I didn't love him not 
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and not because he didn't try
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I'd cried for every lesser thing, 
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for Whiskey, pain and beauty
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But he deserved a better tear and
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 I was not quite ready


[Verse 6]
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So we took his ashes out to sea and 
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poured 'em off the stern
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And threw the roses in the wake 
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of everything we'd learned
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And when we got back to the house, 
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they asked me what I wanted
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Not the lawbooks, not the watch, 
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I need the things he's haunted


[Verse 7]
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My hand burned for the Randall 
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knife there in the bottom drawer
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And I found a tear for my father's
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 life and all that it stood for