His eyes stretched out across this land
Seven miles long
I'll never know how to tell the old man
Sometimes things just go wrong

He says, "You see, I believe in the old country
where the voices of the sacred sing"
"And lawyer just between you and me
I never owed you a goddamned thing"

Papa don't you talk that way
Your ancient eyes won't let you see
Listen to the blind man say
"I suppose it all turns out the way it's meant to be"
It's meant to be

The farm fell down the family lines
of generations past
Today I watched him nailing up the for sale sign
I know it kills him 'cause he sees that it's he who'll be the last

He says, "You can strip a man of his legacy
in the places of the righteous ones"
"But I don't need nobody's sympathy
and I hate it when I see it on the faces of my sons"

Papa don't you talk that way
Your ancient eyes won't let you see
Listen to the blind man say
"I suppose it all turns out, the way it's meant to be"
"I suppose it all turns out, the way it's meant to be"
"I suppose it all turns out, the way it's meant to be"

He says, "You can try to run from the prophecy
from the beating of the angels drums"
"But there's no substitute for honesty
and you'll be sure to get yours when the good lord comes"

Papa don't you talk that way
Your ancient eyes don't let you see
Listen to the blind man say
"I suppose it all turns out, the way it's meant to be"
"I suppose it all turns out, the way it's meant to be"
"I suppose it all turns out, the way it's meant to be"