[Acoustic Guitar Intro] Say, son, pull up a seat Let yer papa tell an old story See this hat, right here? It wasn't always mine We lived a weary life of crime Back in eighteen ninety nine... [Instrumental] [Verse 1] You were young when Uncle Morgan was around A surly man, gun in hand, eyes profound Every time I found myself in a bind He would curse up a storm, but follow not far behind [Instrumental] [Verse 2] You were young when me and yer ma ran with ol’ Dutch Once a man of creed, his greed became too much Though Uncle Morgan saw in him the signs He would bite his tongue, and follow not far behind [Instrumental] [Instrumental] [Verse 3] You were young when that bastard Dutch left me to die But Uncle Morgan told ya not to cry He said “be brave” and gave Tilly the sign He saved your life, and I followed not far behind [Instrumental] [Interlude] You were young when Uncle Morgan breathed his last Put this hat on my head and told me to run fast Though his end made many a good friend cry The bad men did not follow far behind [Instrumental] [Outro] I know it hurts, son, to know men die But on the day I join ‘em I hope that you will follow Far, far behind [Instrumental] [Interlude] You were young when Uncle Morgan breathed his last Put this hat on my head and told me to run fast Though his end made many a good friend cry The bad men did not follow far behind [Instrumental] [Outro] I know it hurts, son, to know men die But on the day I join ‘em I hope that you will follow Far, far behind [Instrumental] [Solo] [Outro] I know it hurts, son, to know men die But on the day I join ‘em I hope that you will follow Far, far behind
