Only Son
The youngest boy was killed in Lebanon
My oldest died in the Mekong
I’m left here with only one son
The draft dodger that we named Tom
Our family traditions were strong
We haven’t seen the boy for so long
My anger just isn’t worth it any more
Now I just want my boy back in the door.
Come on home, come on home,
You’ve been gone way too long.
Come on home, come on home,
Your mother waits at the door.
I said some awful things in my pride,
Words that ran like bad, bitter blood.
But a man learns where his heart’s been denied,
When a father’s got no son.
My mind has opened and so too my heart,
I learned the hard way with boys that are gone.
I understand now where it fell apart,
I’m really sorry—that’s where I’ll start.
Come on home,
You’ve been gone way too long.
Come on home.
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