Son-In-Law Blues

You can hear the resentment in my voice I don't wanna be mad, but I don't have a choice I don't have thin skin – I been rubbed raw Blessed are the meek and the sons-in-law All that I say, you undermine You undercut me every time Now nuthin' that I say to my kids has any worth Someday the sons-in-law shall inherit the earth I try, oh I try to be an attentive husband Try to provide for my family, best I can Work all day, that must count for somethin' To take my place in the back of the line of men I say this and you say that Well, say hello to Mr. Doormat You can wipe your feet on me when you enter my door Blessed are the meek and the sons-in-law Look at us all, so desperate and sad Having to call some dictator "Dad" It's enough to make your sense of injustice whirl Oh, give us your tired sons-in-law of the world