A Gentle Few
Welcome my son, it's been so very long
I doubt that you're here to surrender
The disappointing days I suffered at your age
Are more than I'd care to remember
Before you throw the towel and turn your engines out
Don't expect to spit all that you tasted from your mouth
After all you've seen, the most you'll hope to be
Is pretending to be a pretender
The years that I've been through, I've met a gentle few
Who say that they love and they mean it
Others that I met, they're decent folks I guess
But all that they love is achievement
The swagger and the dress, the trappings of success
The butter and the milk is what it takes to get ahead
Any given night, you'll catch them dead to rights
Paintin' their name on the ceilin'
Remember in the end, that many of your friends
Would rather be dead than uncertain
They want a simple yes, but even better yet
A promise that the next life is perfect
I promise that it's not, then what have they got
Only fifty years they never gave a moments thought
Anyone they find that tells them otherwise
They'll follow him backwards and shirtless
Welcome my son, it's been so very long
I doubt that you're here to surrender
I doubt that you're here to surrender
The disappointing days I suffered at your age
Are more than I'd care to remember
Before you throw the towel and turn your engines out
Don't expect to spit all that you tasted from your mouth
After all you've seen, the most you'll hope to be
Is pretending to be a pretender
The years that I've been through, I've met a gentle few
Who say that they love and they mean it
Others that I met, they're decent folks I guess
But all that they love is achievement
The swagger and the dress, the trappings of success
The butter and the milk is what it takes to get ahead
Any given night, you'll catch them dead to rights
Paintin' their name on the ceilin'
Remember in the end, that many of your friends
Would rather be dead than uncertain
They want a simple yes, but even better yet
A promise that the next life is perfect
I promise that it's not, then what have they got
Only fifty years they never gave a moments thought
Anyone they find that tells them otherwise
They'll follow him backwards and shirtless
Welcome my son, it's been so very long
I doubt that you're here to surrender
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Pugliese
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Sketch of a Promised Departure
- Treasury of Prayers
- Nation of Heat | Revisited
- Hymn #35 (Revisited)
- I Do My Father's Drugs (Revisited)
- Nation of Heat (Revisited)
- The Diving Sun (Side B)
- The Diving Sun (Side A)
- Joe Pug (Live at AMERICANAFEST Nashville, TN 2019) - EP
- The Flood in Color (Live at AMERICANAFEST Nashville, TN 2019) - Single
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