From the album Waiting To Arrive

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Our Own Voice

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©2001 Don Bray (SOCAN)

Guitar & vocal: Don Bray
Tambourine: Mark Mariash
Acoustic Bass: Dick van Raadshooven
Stair: Don Bray, Mark Mariash & Dick van Raadshooven
Mandolin: Geoff Somers
Harmony: Laura Bird
Lead Guitar: Bruce McDaniel
Amen: Eve Goldberg, Geoff Somers, Laura Bird, Mary Bray, David Francey, Don Bray

Lyrics

When my father was a young man
He got high on LSD
He saw God and found his calling
What worked for him worked for him
It didn't work for me

When I was young my old man beat me
With his belt, over his knee
And I'm sure he did it 'cause he loved me yeah yeah
What worked for him worked for him
It didn't work for me

And we hum the hymns of our fathers
And we wail them blues of our mothers' choice
But we don't become who we're meant to become
Until we sing our own song with our own voice
'Til we sing our own song with our own voice

And I realize I have my old man's eyes
And that squatty little body I am loathe to occupy
But this body is my temple and I worship differently
What worked for him worked for him
It didn't work for me

Now my father was a good man
At least I think he tried to be
But one man's goodness is another's sorrow
What worked for him worked for him
It didn't work for me

And we hum the hymns of our fathers
And we wail them blues of our mothers' choice
But we don't become who we're meant to become
Until we sing our own song with our own voice
'Til we sing our own song with our own voice

Ah my old man (Amen)

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