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Ungrateful One - the Steep Canyon Rangers
Written by：Graham Sharp
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 reared 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 know we kind of some just
Ungrateful one
