[00:29.30]My father had a Randall knife
[00:33.66] My mother gave it to him
[00:36.34] When he went off to WWII
[00:39.97] To save us all from ruin
[00:46.29] If you've ever held a Randall knife
[00:49.31] Then you know my father well
[00:52.75] If a better blade was ever made
[00:56.50] It was probably forged in hell
[00:59.19]
[01:03.35] My father was a good man
[01:06.40] A lawyer by his trade
[01:09.69] And only once did I ever see
[01:13.66] Him misuse the blade
[01:18.70] It almost cut his thumb off
[01:23.46] When he took it for a tool
[01:26.79] The knife was made for darker things
[01:30.52] And you could not bend the rules
[01:34.43]
[01:36.91] He let me take it camping once
[01:40.59] On a Boy Scout jamboree
[01:43.77] And I broke a half an inch off
[01:47.27]Trying to stick it in a tree
[01:53.46] I hid it from him for a while
[01:56.61] But the knife and he were one
[02:00.20] He put it in his bottom drawer
[02:04.27] Without a hard word one
[02:07.88]
[02:10.73] There it slept and there it stayed
[02:14.12] For twenty some odd years
[02:18.46] Sort of like Excalibur
[02:21.68] Except waiting for a tear
[02:24.96]
[02:57.70] My father died when I was forty
[03:01.30] And I couldn't find a way to cry
[03:04.85] Not because I didn't love him
[03:08.30] Not because he didn't try
[03:13.17] I'd cried for every lesser thing
[03:17.15] For Whiskey, pain and beauty
[03:21.85] But he deserved a better tear
[03:24.82] And I was not quite ready
[03:28.56]
[03:31.85] So we took his ashed out to sea
[03:35.44] And poured `em off the stern
[03:39.17] And threw the roses in the wake
[03:42.30] Of everything we'd learned
[03:48.81] When we got back to the house
[03:52.41] They asked me what I wanted
[03:56.40] Not the lawbooks not the watch
[04:00.18] I need the things he's haunted
[04:02.68]
[04:04.57] My hand burned for the Randall knife
[04:09.31] There in the bottom drawer
[04:13.41] And I found a tear for my father's life
[04:17.10] And all that it stood for

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
For 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