The Randall Knife Steve Earle

[Verse 1]
My father had a Randall knife
My mother gave it to him
When he went off to World War II
To save us all from ruin
If you've ever held a Randall knife
You know my father well
If a better blade was ever made
It was probably forged in hell

[Verse 2]
My father was a good man
A lawyer by his trade
Only once did I ever see him
Misuse the blade
It almost cut his thumb off
When he took it for a tool
Ah, the knife was made for darker things
You could not bend the rules

[Verse 3]
He let me take it camping once
On a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half-an-inch off
Tryin' to stick it in a tree
I hid it from him for a while
But the knife and he were one
And he just put it in his bottom drawer
Without a hard word won
There it slept and there it stayed
For twenty some-odd years
Sort of like Excalibur
Except waiting for a tear