William Faulkner by Tennessee Jet Lyrics
My name's William Faulkner, just like the author
Just like my father, and his father before
I was born in Virginia on the family plantation
Back in '77 on that great river shore
It was there he first met her, she would have been 15
Passed down from Kentucky when great-granddaddy died
With a mule and some cattle, a Winchester rifle
And a worn family Bible with our history inside
My father the rebel, turned a rebel for no one
Consumed by a passion hе couldn't ignore
And a love just as honest as it was forbiddеn
Struck down in winters of war, winters of war
Yeah they say he fell under the simmerin' thunder
They say my sweet mother was a sight to behold
But she wouldn't have him, said it wouldn't be worth it
She swore off, she cursed it, but she couldn't say no
So they did their damnedest to keep their love quiet
But soon it would grow far beyond their control
They blew like a breeze through the dog days of summer
But come early November she was startin' to show
My father the rebel, turned a rebel for no one
Consumed by a passion he couldn't ignore
And a love just as honest as it was forbidden
Struck down in winters of war, winters of war
That night it was freezin' but the choice was still leavin'
They saddled two horses, and rode off toward town
The plan was to settle somewhere in Ohio
But by Richmond my mother just had to slow down
Well the world can be cruel and time can be vicious
Life rarely comes without struggle and strife
My father cried on the bank of the mighty Mississippi
The same bank my dear mother had just lost her life
My father the rebel, turned a rebel for no one
Consumed by a passion he couldn't ignore
And a love just as honest as it was forbidden
Struck down in winters of war, winters of war
My name's William Faulkner, just like the author
Just like my father, and his father before
Just like my father, and his father before
I was born in Virginia on the family plantation
Back in '77 on that great river shore
It was there he first met her, she would have been 15
Passed down from Kentucky when great-granddaddy died
With a mule and some cattle, a Winchester rifle
And a worn family Bible with our history inside
My father the rebel, turned a rebel for no one
Consumed by a passion hе couldn't ignore
And a love just as honest as it was forbiddеn
Struck down in winters of war, winters of war
Yeah they say he fell under the simmerin' thunder
They say my sweet mother was a sight to behold
But she wouldn't have him, said it wouldn't be worth it
She swore off, she cursed it, but she couldn't say no
So they did their damnedest to keep their love quiet
But soon it would grow far beyond their control
They blew like a breeze through the dog days of summer
But come early November she was startin' to show
My father the rebel, turned a rebel for no one
Consumed by a passion he couldn't ignore
And a love just as honest as it was forbidden
Struck down in winters of war, winters of war
That night it was freezin' but the choice was still leavin'
They saddled two horses, and rode off toward town
The plan was to settle somewhere in Ohio
But by Richmond my mother just had to slow down
Well the world can be cruel and time can be vicious
Life rarely comes without struggle and strife
My father cried on the bank of the mighty Mississippi
The same bank my dear mother had just lost her life
My father the rebel, turned a rebel for no one
Consumed by a passion he couldn't ignore
And a love just as honest as it was forbidden
Struck down in winters of war, winters of war
My name's William Faulkner, just like the author
Just like my father, and his father before