The Drunkard's Son Lyrics - Singles - Hank Snow

In an old dusty attic of a tenement house 

I happened to wander one day 

And there on the rafters 'neath shavings and chips 

A drunkard's poor little boy lay 

Oh why are you lying up here in the cold 

What makes you lie on this hard bed 

My father's a drunkard and he beat me today 

My darling old mother is dead 

I'm hiding from father and please sir, don't tell 

He beat me 'cause I would not steal 

He said he would kill me the next I failed 

And I'm so afraid sir, he will 

I'm leaving you here, son, I sadly replied 

But I will be back right away 

But when I returned to the attic I found 

That Jesus had been there that day 

The chips and the shavings were there as before 

And the little boy lie on his bed 

With tears on his cheeks and his hands at his side 

The poor little fellow was dead 

A picture of mother lay close to his heart 

A faint little note by his head 

As I opened the paper, my eyes filled with tears 

For these were the words that I read 

I'm hiding with Jesus across the divide 

With dear mother forever I'll dwell 

And thank you dear mister for your kindness to me 

And now it's alright if you tell