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One two three go
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man is gone
The good son walks into the field
He is a tiller he has a tiller's hands
But down in his heart now
He lays down his queer plans
Against his brother and against his family
And he calls to his mother
And he calls to his father
But they are deaf in the shadows
Of his brother's truancy
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son has sat and often wept
Beneath a malign star by which he's kept
And the night time in which he's wrapped
Speaks of good and speaks of evil
And he calls to his mother
And he calls to his father
But they are deaf in the shadows
Of his brother's truancy
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son
The good son
And he curses his mother
And he curses his father
And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing
The good son
The good son
The good son
One more man gone
One more man gone
One more man
One more man gone
One more man gone
The good son
One more man gone
The good son
One more man gone
The good son and gone
Thank you
Wife
