when my father built a fire hed pour on gasoline every field he planted grew up tall and green there were feasts upon the table both night and day but not a word of thanks did my father ever say o regret hed cry out to not have walked away thirty years ago upon his wedding day the freedom we had robbed him he never tried to hide and the youth upon my cheeks was a dagger to his pride he called me ungrateful one ungrateful one look at what youve done boy see what you have done i was the last of seven kids and a stranger from the start it seems the more i knew the more we grew apart but who can understand the shame of just a child as my father reared and thundered my silence drove him wild o regret hed cry out for this misery i slave who among you now will lay flowers on my grave but i was just a babe the last and only hope and he could see i was gone as fast as i could go o regret the old man cried lord hear me call a curse upon this life and a curse upon these walls that old house packed with guilt set fire and left to burn to those hills of my youth i will never more return
['banjo', 'bluegrass', 'neo-traditional bluegrass', 'progressive bluegrass']