Rising Son

Rising son, rising sun, beating down on me I'm my daddy's rising son, world in front of me But daddy, he ain't smilin' none, what could the problem be? He just asys "My foolish one, you live too dangerously" But, daddy, I ain't hurtin' none, she's spread in front of me I'd be a fool not to taste the pleasures offered me But, daddy, he just turns away and locks it with a key The thirty years years between us must have changed him bitterly I took my money into town and spread it gingerly Every table I laid it down, world in front of me Wine and women, women, wine taste so honey sweet Every pleasure, overwhelming knocks me off my feet If anybody crossed my path, I'd cut them down to size Self-righteousness and forward flow moved me to the prize I stayed out drinking every night, toasting to the sunrise I'm my daddy's rising son, won't he be surprised? All the prophet prophesied my agonized defeat All the men I trampled on, waited for my sleep All the women I wronged, waited round with glee For the big comeuppance that was waiting mad for me It's the way of this mean world, things ain't really fair The evil deal out from the bottom without a single care The goodly try the best they can to hold to what is theirs The sun, it rises one more day and I'm still standing here --- Rising Son - Patterson Hood