"The Last Younger Son" lyrics

"The Last Younger Son"

My last name is Younger, I am the last Younger son
The name I was given is Luke 15:21
Three days of thunder and three days of rain
I come to be in this world with a number and a name

My last name is Younger, I am the last Younger son
I stand as a witness to the things I have done
And I have caused sorrow, yet I too have been pained
You cannot be in this world and not get stained

My last name is Younger, I am the last Younger son
I once had beliefs, now I have none
There is no forgiveness for old guns and knives
Perhaps it is fitting we don't recall our past lives

My last name is Younger, I am the last Younger son
There is a secret I've never told anyone
Sometimes I see something in a few certain eyes
And I behold the future of how and when a man dies

My last name is Younger, I am the last Younger son
I won't get no older than the age of twenty-one
As I look in the mirror I see the future once more
An old friend is waiting just beyond the closed door

My last name is Younger, I am the last Younger son
The name I was given is Luke 15:21
Three days of thunder and three days of rain
I come to be in this world with a number and a name


Writer(s): Ray Wylie Hubbard
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