Ungrateful One

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When my father built a fire, he’d pour on gasoline
Every field he planted grew up tall and green
There were feasts upon the table, both night and day
But not a word of thanks did my father ever say

O regret he’d cry out to not have walked away
Thirty years ago upon his wedding day
The freedom we had robbed him, he never tried to hide
And the youth upon my cheeks was a dagger to his pride

He called me ungrateful one, ungrateful one
Look at what you’ve done boy, see what you have done

I was the last of seven kids, and a stranger from the start
It seems the more I knew, the more we grew apart
But who can understand the shame of just a child
As my father roared and thundered, my silence drove him wild

O regret he’d cry out, for this misery I slave
Who among you now will lay flowers on my grave
But I was just a babe, the last and only hope
And he could see that I was gone as fast as I could go

He called me ungrateful one, ungrateful one
Look at what you’ve done boy, see what you have done

O regret the old man cried, Lord hear me call
A curse upon this life and a curse upon these walls
That old house packed with guilt, set fire and left to burn
To those hills of my youth, I will never more return

He called me ungrateful one, ungrateful one
Look at what you’ve done boy, see what you have done

Ungrateful one, ungrateful one
Look at what you’ve done boy, see what you have done

You ain't no kinda son, just ungrateful one

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