Joe Pug Those Thankless Years lyrics

If it must be done, listen, son,
Should no one stand to shake your hand,
Here's what I learned from the file and rank:
It's a road of bones and you get no thanks.

Well, I was young with pockets deep.
I gave a sup [?] to a friend in need.
I lost the rest to the central bank.
It's a road of bones and you get no thanks.

My love was caught in a winter storm.
I gave my coat to keep her warm.
Her eyes did close. My heart sank.
It's a road of bones and you get no thanks.


So if you came here for the accolades,
You're a foot too short and a lifetime to late.
There are no sweet words [to] wash your face
Or to carry you back home...
Unless they are your own.

So if it must be done, listen, son,
Should no one stand to shake your hand,
Here's what I learned from the file and rank:
It's a road of bones and you get no thanks.
It's a road of bones and you get no thanks.