sins of my father
killed two men, at the age of eighteen
shot them both on Old Quaker road
then walked all the way back home

sins of my father
entered his house gun in hand
sat at the table, stared at the door
waited for the end, no tears shed

sins of my father
hours had gone and past by
sheriff finally rolls down the drive
to take my father for his misdeeds

sins of my father
left that gun on the table
greeted the sheriff at the kitchen door
nodded, an shook hands with his fate

sins of my father
mother cried and sisters wept
humiliated for a families deeds
broken home leaving no hope

sins of my father
hung him in the morning on old scaffolding
his face read of no heaven or hell
mama and her children no longer cried

sins of my father
id take the sins of my father
forty five years spent sinning
he left eighteen years to repent