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Leftmore - Knives, in My Father's Eyes Lyrics



Leftmore - Knives, in My Father's Eyes Lyrics




I heard that you were coming for me
They all said I had it coming
They didn't ask about who I was
I just finished my whiskey
And I don't what they told you
If they said I was a tattoo, just dead old skin
I didn't have to ask them a thing
I just polished up Old Blue

So pack that pistol full of black rock
And don't turn until you're ten steps off
I don't care what you came here with
'Cuz I'm gonna, I'm gonna bring it faster
I'm a sharpshooting son of a whatever
You'd call my father

He never let me play with knives
No, he never let me play with knives
He never let me play with knives
He said, "Son, a gun will do it cleaner"

Click, click. I hear you coming to town
The splash of your spurs is numbing
You must not have known who I was before
Because I can still hear your horses drumming
And, yes, I am an old man
And I've got some years on you
Just don't think I've got the sense
Not to lay you in the ground
'Cuz my steel will rest with you

So pack that pistol full of black rock
And don't turn until you're ten steps off
I don't care what you came here with
'Cuz I'm gonna, I'm gonna bring it faster
I'm a sharpshooting son of a whatever
You'd call what my father was

He never let me play with knives
No, he never let me play with knives
He never let me play with knives
He said, "Son, just use a goddamn gun"

And, yes, you are a young man
But I know you know the way
We pace and count and step, then turn
These are my directions to your grave

One, Two,Three
Four, Five, Six
Seven, Eight, Nine-Oh!

I'm at my knees now but I don't see
The fire in your eyes or the black in your teeth
I failed my tenth step feeling hot with lead
I'm filling now with death but more with dread
You're not a gunfighter, you're a killer!
A man of irony, not depth
And as I feel my own blood cooling
A coward handed me my last breath

So check that crest on your pistol, boy
You'll see it's the same as my own
And I don't know what you came here for
But wherever you're going, I'm coming with
Hell on Earth is a vile place
I'll tell the Devil you said Hello
But once you get back to that valley
Just tell your mother I'm not coming home
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English

I heard that you were coming for me
They all said I had it coming
They didn't ask about who I was
I just finished my whiskey
And I don't what they told you
If they said I was a tattoo, just dead old skin
I didn't have to ask them a thing
I just polished up Old Blue

So pack that pistol full of black rock
And don't turn until you're ten steps off
I don't care what you came here with
'Cuz I'm gonna, I'm gonna bring it faster
I'm a sharpshooting son of a whatever
You'd call my father

He never let me play with knives
No, he never let me play with knives
He never let me play with knives
He said, "Son, a gun will do it cleaner"

Click, click. I hear you coming to town
The splash of your spurs is numbing
You must not have known who I was before
Because I can still hear your horses drumming
And, yes, I am an old man
And I've got some years on you
Just don't think I've got the sense
Not to lay you in the ground
'Cuz my steel will rest with you

So pack that pistol full of black rock
And don't turn until you're ten steps off
I don't care what you came here with
'Cuz I'm gonna, I'm gonna bring it faster
I'm a sharpshooting son of a whatever
You'd call what my father was

He never let me play with knives
No, he never let me play with knives
He never let me play with knives
He said, "Son, just use a goddamn gun"

And, yes, you are a young man
But I know you know the way
We pace and count and step, then turn
These are my directions to your grave

One, Two,Three
Four, Five, Six
Seven, Eight, Nine-Oh!

I'm at my knees now but I don't see
The fire in your eyes or the black in your teeth
I failed my tenth step feeling hot with lead
I'm filling now with death but more with dread
You're not a gunfighter, you're a killer!
A man of irony, not depth
And as I feel my own blood cooling
A coward handed me my last breath

So check that crest on your pistol, boy
You'll see it's the same as my own
And I don't know what you came here for
But wherever you're going, I'm coming with
Hell on Earth is a vile place
I'll tell the Devil you said Hello
But once you get back to that valley
Just tell your mother I'm not coming home
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Writer: Joseph Ziegler
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Performed By: Leftmore
Language: English
Length: 4:46
Written by: Joseph Ziegler
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