One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man   One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man   One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man is gone      Well the good son walks into the field   He is a tiller and he has a tiller's hand   But deeper down in his heart now   But he's lays down his queer plans   Against his brother and against his family      Yet he worships his brother   And he worships his mother   But it's his father, he says "Is an unfair man"      The good son   The good son   The good son      The good son has sat and often wept   Beneath a malign star by which the good son kept   And the night time in which he's wrapped   Speaks of good now and it speaks of evil      And he calls to his mother, and he calls to his father   But they are deaf in the shadows of his brother's truancy      The good son   Well the good son   The good son   The good son      And he curses his mother, and he curses his father   And he curses his virtue like an unclean thing      The good son   Well the good son   And the good son      One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man   One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man   One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man   One more man gone, one more man gone, one more man   ...