Better Son from Better Son by Tom Rhodes

Oh now Momma don't you look my way
and close your ears to what I have to say
I've finally met my dying day
my body will hang and my feet will sway.

I was born into this world in the dead of night
and begged from the darkness into the light
told to turn a cheek to a strangers strike
but I guess I never learned that lesson right.

Better son, better son
Lord I wish I'd been a better son
I wish I never did those things I done
Lord I wish I'd been a better son
A better son becomes a better man
but Lord I only am just what I am
And a better man comes from a better son
so Lord I wish I'd been a better son.

Well how I do regret that fateful day
when Sheriff John Browne he learned my name
it come off the lips of his lover who lay beaten and bruised from his angry ways

If I could turn back time, or stop a clock
I never would have gone and fired that shot.
And I know that he earned the things he got
but it's turned my soul to stone and rot.

Better son, better son
Lord I wish I'd been a better son
I wish I never did those things I done
Lord I wish I'd been a better son
A better son becomes a better man
but Lord I only am just what I am
And a better man comes from a better son
so Lord I wish I'd been a better son.

Now as that morning sun rises in the east
I pray the Lord my soul release
and I be born again, but new and young
and Lord I'd be a better son.

A better son, a better son
Lord I wish I'd been a better son
I wish I never did those things I done
Lord I wish I'd been a better son
A better son becomes a better man
but Lord I only am just what I am
And a better man comes from a better son
so Lord I wish I'd been a better son.

• Rock
• alt-country
• americana
• singer songwriter
• Oakland