Song | Easter Eve |
Artist | John Mellencamp |
Album | No Better Than This |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Well me and my son of only fourteen | |
A finer young gentleman you’ve never seen | |
We went out walking on | |
Easter Eve | |
Just to pass some time together | |
Well he asked me some questions of things that | |
I’d done But | |
I kept it good natured, we were just having fun | |
And we talked about everything under the sun | |
And the Easter bells were chiming | |
So we walked for a while into a café we went | |
For we were hungry from the time we’d spent | |
We carried no malice or any contempt | |
And both our hearts were shining | |
Well we weren’t there long before my kid said hey | |
There’s a man over there and he’s looking our way | |
Pay no attention | |
I said to the lad | |
Let’s just mind our own business this evening | |
Well the man approached said what are you staring at | |
And that if we didn’t stop gawking he’d take us out back | |
And teach us some manners, it was simple as that | |
Keep your eyes to yourselves, you bastards | |
So I looked up and said why don’t you just sit down | |
You’re walking here, sir, on very thin ground | |
There’s nobody gawking or looking around | |
And you’re alarming all of the patrons | |
Well I guess that | |
I shouldn’t have said that ‘ | |
Cause he raised his voice said get ready to scrap | |
And with that he gave my kid’s head a snap | |
And said come and get what you’ve got coming | |
Well my son stood up and hit him a lick | |
And I tried to stop him but it happened so quick | |
Then he smashed the man’s head down in the deck | |
He was giving that fella a beating | |
But the man reached down pulled out a small gun | |
And he pointed it straight at the head of my son | |
But with a longneck bottle the kid slashed at his jaw | |
And the pistol fell down on the table | |
Well thank | |
God the cops came and broke up the brawl | |
There was blood on the ceiling and blood on the wall | |
I said to my son you know you don’t win ‘em all | |
This has sure been one hell of an evening | |
He said you know | |
Dad I never even saw that gal | |
But I wasn’t going to stand for him threatening us now | |
And I hope you forgive me for being so wild | |
Here on Easter | |
Evening Well they arrested us all and took us to jail | |
But ten minutes later we were all out on bail | |
And the wife of the man came up to my son | |
And said thank you young man for what you have done | |
You know my husband is jealous and very cruel | |
And whenever we’re out he always acts like a fool | |
And I’m gonna quit him now that they got him locked up | |
And I hope to hell that he will rot | |
Well me and my son of only fourteen | |
A finer young gentleman you’ve never seen | |
We went out walking one | |
Easter Eve | |
And left with that man’s wife that evening |
Well me and my son of only fourteen | |
A finer young gentleman you' ve never seen | |
We went out walking on | |
Easter Eve | |
Just to pass some time together | |
Well he asked me some questions of things that | |
I' d done But | |
I kept it good natured, we were just having fun | |
And we talked about everything under the sun | |
And the Easter bells were chiming | |
So we walked for a while into a cafe we went | |
For we were hungry from the time we' d spent | |
We carried no malice or any contempt | |
And both our hearts were shining | |
Well we weren' t there long before my kid said hey | |
There' s a man over there and he' s looking our way | |
Pay no attention | |
I said to the lad | |
Let' s just mind our own business this evening | |
Well the man approached said what are you staring at | |
And that if we didn' t stop gawking he' d take us out back | |
And teach us some manners, it was simple as that | |
Keep your eyes to yourselves, you bastards | |
So I looked up and said why don' t you just sit down | |
You' re walking here, sir, on very thin ground | |
There' s nobody gawking or looking around | |
And you' re alarming all of the patrons | |
Well I guess that | |
I shouldn' t have said that ' | |
Cause he raised his voice said get ready to scrap | |
And with that he gave my kid' s head a snap | |
And said come and get what you' ve got coming | |
Well my son stood up and hit him a lick | |
And I tried to stop him but it happened so quick | |
Then he smashed the man' s head down in the deck | |
He was giving that fella a beating | |
But the man reached down pulled out a small gun | |
And he pointed it straight at the head of my son | |
But with a longneck bottle the kid slashed at his jaw | |
And the pistol fell down on the table | |
Well thank | |
God the cops came and broke up the brawl | |
There was blood on the ceiling and blood on the wall | |
I said to my son you know you don' t win ' em all | |
This has sure been one hell of an evening | |
He said you know | |
Dad I never even saw that gal | |
But I wasn' t going to stand for him threatening us now | |
And I hope you forgive me for being so wild | |
Here on Easter | |
Evening Well they arrested us all and took us to jail | |
But ten minutes later we were all out on bail | |
And the wife of the man came up to my son | |
And said thank you young man for what you have done | |
You know my husband is jealous and very cruel | |
And whenever we' re out he always acts like a fool | |
And I' m gonna quit him now that they got him locked up | |
And I hope to hell that he will rot | |
Well me and my son of only fourteen | |
A finer young gentleman you' ve never seen | |
We went out walking one | |
Easter Eve | |
And left with that man' s wife that evening |
Well me and my son of only fourteen | |
A finer young gentleman you' ve never seen | |
We went out walking on | |
Easter Eve | |
Just to pass some time together | |
Well he asked me some questions of things that | |
I' d done But | |
I kept it good natured, we were just having fun | |
And we talked about everything under the sun | |
And the Easter bells were chiming | |
So we walked for a while into a café we went | |
For we were hungry from the time we' d spent | |
We carried no malice or any contempt | |
And both our hearts were shining | |
Well we weren' t there long before my kid said hey | |
There' s a man over there and he' s looking our way | |
Pay no attention | |
I said to the lad | |
Let' s just mind our own business this evening | |
Well the man approached said what are you staring at | |
And that if we didn' t stop gawking he' d take us out back | |
And teach us some manners, it was simple as that | |
Keep your eyes to yourselves, you bastards | |
So I looked up and said why don' t you just sit down | |
You' re walking here, sir, on very thin ground | |
There' s nobody gawking or looking around | |
And you' re alarming all of the patrons | |
Well I guess that | |
I shouldn' t have said that ' | |
Cause he raised his voice said get ready to scrap | |
And with that he gave my kid' s head a snap | |
And said come and get what you' ve got coming | |
Well my son stood up and hit him a lick | |
And I tried to stop him but it happened so quick | |
Then he smashed the man' s head down in the deck | |
He was giving that fella a beating | |
But the man reached down pulled out a small gun | |
And he pointed it straight at the head of my son | |
But with a longneck bottle the kid slashed at his jaw | |
And the pistol fell down on the table | |
Well thank | |
God the cops came and broke up the brawl | |
There was blood on the ceiling and blood on the wall | |
I said to my son you know you don' t win ' em all | |
This has sure been one hell of an evening | |
He said you know | |
Dad I never even saw that gal | |
But I wasn' t going to stand for him threatening us now | |
And I hope you forgive me for being so wild | |
Here on Easter | |
Evening Well they arrested us all and took us to jail | |
But ten minutes later we were all out on bail | |
And the wife of the man came up to my son | |
And said thank you young man for what you have done | |
You know my husband is jealous and very cruel | |
And whenever we' re out he always acts like a fool | |
And I' m gonna quit him now that they got him locked up | |
And I hope to hell that he will rot | |
Well me and my son of only fourteen | |
A finer young gentleman you' ve never seen | |
We went out walking one | |
Easter Eve | |
And left with that man' s wife that evening |