Following in Fathers Footsteps
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I used to come home very, very late
Boots by the hob and gob on the grate
Father waiting with his pipe in his hand
He blew me upstairs with his reprimand
One fine day I was out all night
There he was, gone, gave me a fright
I went out looking in my little boat
So full of hope it could hardly float
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line, oh, down the line
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line
I came to an island, a shape of a cross
It had to be my mother's, she met me with a kiss
She said, "You're looking thin" (I was feeling fat)
"And no girl's gonna look at you in shoes like that"
Wishes are sharks, troubles are a sea
She arms herself with another pot of tea
A long, long time she's been marooned
Dishing up her luck with serving spoons
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line, oh, down the line
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line
I found him in the end, years down the road
Rowing home without any load
"Why is your hair gone so white?" I cried
"And have you brought us gifts from the world so wide?"
A finger to his lips, he took me aside
He looked like a man with something to hide
He said, "All I ever got from following my wish
Was a wet arse and not a lot of fish"
Somewhere in his mind he's waiting up for me
Like a fisherman whose sons have run away to sea
Sometimes the line gets slack
So it's high, high time I covered up my tracks
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line, oh, down the line
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line, oh, down the line
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line, oh, down the line
Following in father's footsteps
Down the line