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My father had a Randall knife, my mother gave it to him

When he went off to World War II to save us all from ruin

Now if you’ve ever held a Randall knife, you know my father well

If a better blade was ever made it was prob’ly forged in hell

My father was a good man, he was a lawyer by his trade

Only once did I ever see him misuse the blade

Well, it almost cut his thumb off when he took it for a tool

Ah, the knife was made for darker things, you could not bend the rules

Well, he let me take it camping once on a Boy Scout jamboree

And I broke a half-an-inch off tryin' to stick it in a tree

Well, I hid it from him for a while but the knife and he were one

And 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

Well, 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 ashes out to sea and poured 'em off the stern

And then threw the roses in the wake of everything we’d learned

And when we got back to the house they asked me what I wanted

Not the law books, not the watch-I need the thing 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

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