When my father built a fire, he poured on gasoline
And every field he planted
grew up tall and green
There were feasts upon
the table both night and day
But not a word of thanks
did my father ever say
No regret he'd cry out to
not have walked away
Thirty years ago upon his wedding day
And the freedom we had bribed him,
he'd never try to hide
And the youth upon my cheeks
was a dagger to his pride
He called me ungrateful one,
ungrateful one
Look at what you've done, boy,
see what you have done
I was the last of seven kids and
a stranger from the start
It seemed the more I knew,
the more we grew apart
But who can understand
the shame of just a child
As my father roared in thunder,
my si lence drove him wild
Oh, regret, he'd cry out
for this misery I slayed
Who among you now will
lay flowers at my grave?
But I was just a babe,
the last and only hope
And he could see that I
was gone as fast as I could go
You call me ungrateful one,
ungrateful one
Look at what you've done,
oh I see what you have done
Oh, the old man cryin'
Lord, hear me call
A curse upon this life
And a curse upon these walls
That old house packed with guilt,
set fire and left to burn
To those hills of my youth,
I will nevermore return
He called me ungrateful one,
ungrateful one
Look at what you've done,
boy, see what you have done
Ungrateful one, ungrateful one
Look at what you've done, boy,
see what you have done
You ain't no kind of son,
just an ungrateful one