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My Only Son

A little country and western saga.
Let us not talk falsely now,
As the hour is getting late,
The condemned man is about to hang,
Let's bow our heads and pray,
Maybe then an angel,
Will come down and take him home,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

I watch his body jerking,
As he dangles from the rope,
A tear rolls down from my eye,
And a lump fills up my throat,
I feel my body shaking,
When I think of what he's done,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

It seems he took to gambling,
And he took to liquor too,
And he met a pretty maiden,
Who worked at the saloon,
She told him that she loved him,
And that he was her only one,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

One night when he was gambling,
He hit a lucky streak,
Every game he had a hand in,
He sure was hard to beat,
To celebrate his winnings,
He got a bottle and got drunk,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

He showed his winnings to his maiden,
And her eyes lit up with greed,
She said, "You're drunk my lover,
"Lay down your sweet head and sleep."
And as he lay there sleeping,
She took the money and ran,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

When he woke up in the morning,
There was a note upon the door,
It said, "Sorry, but I've left you,
"Because I don't love you no more,
"I've took all of your money,
"And I'm headed for the sun!"
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

He loaded up his guns then,
And he mounted on his horse,
And he set out to get her,
The wilderness he crossed,
He thirsted in the desert,
Beneath the burning sun,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

He rode across the praire,
Where he came across a cabin,
Inside it was his maiden,
In the arms of another man,
He drew both of his pistols,
And he aimed them square at them,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

He told the man he was free to go,
That he had no qualms with him,
The man, he then stepped aside,
To the anxiety of the maiden,
He squeezed a shot from his pistol,
And the bullet went through her lung,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

He didn't flee the gallows,
He waited there for the law,
Praying to the angels,
To relieve him of his remorse,
He walked with angels by his side,
To his gallows to be hung,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.

I pull my knife and cut him down,
From the gallows tree,
And inter him in holy ground,
His spirit is finally free,
The angels took him home to Heaven,
Where God did forgive him,
He may have killed another,
But he was my only son.
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Published: 8/2/2010
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