The Good Son

I can still see my father
standing by the open door.
Through the fire and the brimstone
you can hear the organ roar.
And the choir they are singing
songs of joy and peace.
No one was excluded
from that sweet release.

Come on in. The door is open.
Leave behind your worried mind.
There are no locks on heaven’s door
and the folks there treat you kind.
Through all your fear and sorrow,
and all the battles you should have won.
Come on in. You are welcome.
You have been the good son.

Since I saw the elephant
I’ve been a refugee
from small town Oklahoma
and a different century.
But I remember innocence
and all that I believed
in small town Oklahoma
before the elephant found me.

Come on in. The door is open.
Leave behind your worried mind.
There are no locks on heaven’s door
and the folks there treat you kind.
Through all your fear and sorrow,
and all the battles you should have won.
Come on in. You are welcome.
You have been the good son.

To me you are a stranger,
though I know you from my youth
when I went off to fight the war
and I learned about the truth.
The people that I met
were vicious and unkind.
And if they could not kill you,
they’d surely try to break your mind.

Come on in. The door is open.
Leave behind your worried mind.
There are no locks on heaven’s door
and the folks there treat you kind.
Through all your fear and sorrow,
and all the battles you should have won.
Come on in. You are welcome.
You have been the good son.

As I awoke
to the slamming of the door,
I knew that it was gone for good,
the place I was before.
To me you are my brother,
though I just met you today.
I know what you would give
just to hear somebody say:

Come on in. The door is open.
Leave behind your worried mind.
There are no locks on heaven’s door
and the folks there treat you kind.
Through all your fear and sorrow,
and all the battles you should have won.
Come on in. You are welcome.
You have been the good son.

Come on in. You are welcome.
You have been the good son.

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