Don't Make Your Children Pay

Don't make your children
Don't make 'em pay
For your mistkes
It ain't right
Oh, no, listen to me now

Don't make your children
Don't make 'em pay for your mistakes
Because they didn't ask to come here, oh no
Don't make your children
Please don't make 'em pay
For your mistakes, oh no, oh no

Seems like I can hear some mother saying to her husband right now
Don't you know, we're down to the last cup of flour in the barrel
And she said, man don't you know
We're having three or four spoons of lard left in a can

And still, you wanna take the little bit of money we got saved
Stay out all night and drink
You know
You haven't worked in going on six months

But I promised myself
A long time ago, I won't leave my children for nobody else
And yet you still
Wanna take rest of the little bit of money we've got saved, stay out all night and drink

But I wanna stand by my children
Stand by them to the very
And I can see the forefather in some corner
With folded arms
Mumbling something to himself
Well I don't know what he's saying
But I can imagine in my mind
I can imagine I hear him saying, I'm gonna get me a job early in the morning
I'm not gonna make my children pay for my mistakes, listen

Because, they didn't ask to come here
And I feel less than a father for making them pay for my mistakes (They didn't ask to come here)
You see my children didn't ask to come here
And who knows, I might just return back on them for a favour one day (They didn't ask to come here)
You see, they didn't ask come here

And I'm not gonna make my children
Oh, no
Not gonna make 'em pay
Pay for my mistakes
It ain't right
It ain't right