One More Knot


He looks so pale and stiff could be stone alabaster for all I know
This worn out old photograph it donít tell you much he looks a bit old
I guess around the right age ya know around the time we usually all go
I never knew him yet I know he had to be one more knot on the family tree

Seems a bit odd that the only photo was his last lying there on his back
There's no life there its been washed away so damn bad I wonder what heíd say
I can see why the Indians ran from the flash no way heís coming back
I never knew him yet I know he had to be one more knot on the family tree

I never knew my other grandpa no photograph a live one or dead one,
He smoked a corncob pipe at night at least that's what my daddy always said
He often played his fiddle at the end of the day I wonder what he played
I never knew him yet I know he had to be one more knot on the family tree

Now my daddyís gone and Iím a lone it want be long until I am gone
I can still hear my daddy say be a man son and keep it strong go on
And every day I hear these words and wonder why everything went wrong
I never knew him yet I know he had to be one more knot on the family tree

He looks so pale and stiff could be stone alabaster for all I know
This worn out old photograph it donít tell you much he looks a bit old
I guess around the right age ya know around the time we usually all go
I never knew him yet I know he had to be one more knot on the family tree



© 1988 Jim Cain

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