Ungrateful One - Steep Canyon Rangers

When my father built a fire, he’d pour on gasoline

Every field he planted grew up tall and green

There were feasts upon the table, both night and day

But not a word of thanks did my father ever say

O regret he’d cry out to not have walked away

Thirty years ago upon his wedding day

The freedom we had robbed him, he never tried to hide

And the youth upon my cheeks was a dagger to his pride

He called me ungrateful one, ungrateful one

Look at what you’ve done boy, see what you have done

I was the last of seven kids, and a stranger from the start

It seems the more I knew, the more we grew apart

But who can understand the shame of just a child

As my father reared and thundered, my silence drove him wild

O regret he’d cry out, for this misery I slave

Who among you now will lay flowers on my grave

But I was just a babe, the last and only hope

And he could see I was gone as fast as I could go

O regret the old man cried, Lord hear me call

A curse upon this life and a curse upon these walls

That old house packed with guilt, set fire and left to burn

To those hills of my youth, I will never more return