Song Description

The destructive power of pride as played out in the age-old clash between fathers and their sons.

Lyrics

Smith & Son
©Jeff Horn and Ethan Fiks


Mr Smith does business, does it very well
Makes money but every morning serves him a little slice of hell
He will always drive a harder bargain than the rest
But that need to have the last word cost him something he loved best

His son was young and handsome; his smile would fill a room
But taking orders from his father was the only life he knew
Till he met a girl who turned his head, like stories you've heard of
To prove that he was his own man he married his new love

Runaway pride cuts like a knife, it's been the ruin of many a life
And leaves a hurt that doesn't go away
I wonder is it worth the cost, to show everybody who's the boss.
I wonder is it worth the price you pay.

Mr Smith heard the news and called the boy inside
Said "You know she's not our kind, she cannot stay your bride."
The boy told him, "I am finished living on my knees
You don't own me anymore; I'll do as I please."

Smith said, "You'd best listen to what I have to say,
I paid her daddy some money, he's taking her away."
Young Smith locked himself in his room where just before the dawn
He raised his hand, a shot rang out, the rich man's son was gone.

Runaway pride cuts like a knife, it's been the ruin of many a life
And leaves a hurt that doesn't go away
I wonder is it worth the cost, to show everybody who's the boss.
I wonder is it worth the price you pay.

Rich man felt like his very soul was torn apart
The only thing he knew to do was to harden up his heart
Concentrating on business keeps regret off his mind
And working to exhaustion is the only sleep he finds

Runaway pride cuts like a knife, it surely took a bright young life
And left a hurt that does not go away
I wonder was it worth the cost, to show each other who's the boss.
I wonder was it worth the price they paid.

Rich man was it worth the price you paid?