Terry came back from the land where he was born He crossed some rivers, he rode from mountains to shore Oh I remember the day when he picked his way
And he told me so many things He felt like no fear, he bade farewell from the road again Terry came back but this time was left no home He went down his knees, tears run from his eyes to floor Oh he dreamed and prayed, but his gun was the way
Only ashes left on the ground And he dug his own grave, among blood and rage
Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust And he left me on the way
Brace yourself, there's a role for everyone around We know this way is not the best like Terry my dad said You should go back down the river And look for a single soul Don't ask for little reasons Just face what you have done And so let go
Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust And he left me on the way And he left me on the way