[00:00.00] 作词 : Guy Clark
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Guy Clark
[00:28.83]My father had a Randall knife
[00:31.33]My mother gave it to him
[00:35.02]When he went off to WWII
[00:37.71]To save us all from ruin
[00:43.51]If you've ever held a Randall knife
[00:46.33]Then you know my father well
[00:50.08]If a better blade was ever made
[00:52.76]It was probably forged in hell
[00:59.51]My father was a good man
[01:02.45]A lawyer by his trade
[01:06.08]And only once did I ever see
[01:08.26]Him misuse the blade
[01:15.25]It almost cut his thumb off
[01:17.81]When he took it for a tool
[01:21.50]The knife was made for darker things
[01:24.75]And you could not bend the rules
[01:30.79]He let me take it camping once
[01:33.85]On a Boy Scout jamboree
[01:34.85]And I broke a half an inch off
[01:40.29]Trying to stick it in a tree
[01:47.48]I hid it from him for a while
[01:49.17]But the knife and he were one
[01:53.22]He put it in his bottom drawer
[01:54.91]Without a hard word one
[01:58.53]There it slept and there it stayed
[02:05.06]For twenty some odd years
[02:09.04]Sort of like Excalibur
[02:11.54]Except waiting for a tear
[02:21.91]
[02:48.46]My father died when I was forty
[02:49.90]And I couldn't find a way to cry
[02:52.97]Not because I didn't love him
[02:56.77]Not because he didn't try
[03:00.60]I'd cried for every lesser thing
[03:05.74]Whiskey, pain and beauty
[03:07.49]But he deserved a better tear
[03:13.05]And I was not quite ready
[03:23.37]So we took his ashed out to sea
[03:24.82]And poured 'em off the stern
[03:26.31]And threw the roses in the wake
[03:31.25]Of everything we'd learned
[03:36.63]When we got back to the house
[03:40.00]They asked me what I wanted
[03:43.51]Not the lawbooks not the watch
[03:45.75]I need the things he's haunted
[03:53.00]My hand burned for the Randall knife
[03:55.88]There in the bottom drawer
[04:01.32]And I found a tear for my father's life
[04:02.94]And all that it stood for

作词 : Guy Clark
作曲 : Guy Clark
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