Some fathers pass down wisdom. Others leave behind something much harder to escape.

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Carry me back to that night in the kitchen
When Daddy said: “boy, what on earth were you thinkin’
He quoted some lines from some ole time religion
We prayed for my soul then we spent the night drinkin’

You built me a pine box to hide all our toys in
We walked the world like two Neanderthal
You schooled me with hard knocks and butterfly poison
And mom put a jolly good spin on it all

Carry me back to that night at the window
Some haughty young suitor passed out on your lawn
The ring’s in my pocket, but I still can’t remember
Who cried and who tied another one on

You built me a prison to hide all my joys in
I lied to the world with my smooth southern drawl
So fetch me a big can of butterfly poison
And I’ll be a jolly good friend to ‘em all

The smoother it goes down the harder it stings
The world never slowed down, you just tore off my wings
I guess I lived, so I’ll die by the sword
But before I go I’m beggin’ You, Lord, won’t you

Carry me back to the night that it ended
The white plywood cross on the side of the road
A last minute family reunion attended
And I finally paid the debt that I owed

So find me a knot hole that I can make noise in
And I’ll face the world through my hole in the wall
Then buy me a bottle of butterfly poison
And I’ll put a jolly good end to it all
Yeah buy me a bottle of butterfly poison
And I’ll put a jolly good end to it all