John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
[Verse 1]
My father lifted me upon his shoulders
I could see the whole of our street
The wrought iron gates of all the tiny empires
That marked where their dominions were complete
Their bicycles, their dirty Morris Minors
Their garages with automatic doors
[Chorus]
And he said, "Someday son
Someday son
None of this will be yours"
[Verse 2]
The devil, well, he took me on a picnic
Showed me all the kingdoms of the earth
Pulled me up a spreadsheet of their riches
And calculated what each king was worth
When he knew I could resist no longer
Like the little boy who asked for more
[Chorus]
Well, he said, "Someday son
Someday son
None of this will be yours"
[Bridge]
None of the money and none of the sun
None of the honey, you'll only get stung
None of the pleasure, none of the fun
Of the fun, of the fun, of the fun, no no no
[Verse 3]
Now I wake up laughing every morning
Guess I finally managed to adjust
I've done away with fear and disillusion
Hopelessness, corruption and disgust
Oh, and now I have a child in New York City
Crawling cross the carpet on the floor
[Chorus]
And I say, "Someday son
Someday son
None of that will be yours
Someday son
None of that will be yours"
Someday Son was written by John Wesley Harding.
Someday Son was produced by David Seitz & John Wesley Harding.