Randall Knife
Vince Gill Lyrics


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My father had a Randall knife, my mother gave it to him
When he went off to World War II to save us all from ruin

Now if you′ve ever held a Randall knife, then you know my father well
If a better blade was ever made it was probably forged in hell

My father was a good man, a lawyer by his trade
And only once did I ever see him misuse the blade

Well, it almost took his thumb off when he took it for a tool
The knife was made for darker things, and you could not bend the rules

He let me take it camping once on a Boy Scout jamboree
And I broke a half an inch off, trying to stick it in a tree

Oh, I hid it from him for a while but the knife and he were one
He put it in his bottom drawer without a hard word one

And there it slept, there it stayed for 20 some odd years
Sorta like Excalibur, except waiting for a tear

Well, my father died when I was 40, and I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn′t love him, not because he didn't try

I've cried for every lesser thing, whiskey, pain and beauty
And he deserved a better tear, and I was not quite ready

Oh, we took his ashes out to sea and poured ′em off the stern
And threw the roses in the wake of everything we′d learned

When we got back to the house, they asked me what I wanted
Not the lawbooks, not the watch, I need the thing he's haunted





Well, my hand burned for the Randall knife there in the bottom drawer
I found a tear for my father′s life, all that it stood for

Overall Meaning

The song "Randall Knife" by Vince Gill tells a poignant story of a father and son's relationship, connected by a cherished knife that passes through generations. The first verse sets the scene by introducing the father's prized possession - a Randall knife that his mother gave him before he joined the war. The profound quality of the knife is emphasized as it is described as perhaps being forged in hell.


The second verse reflects on the father's identity as a lawyer and his relationship with the knife. It is revealed that he had only misused the knife once, and that the knife was not made for everyday purposes. The third verse recounts an unfortunate incident that occurred when the song's narrator (the son) took the knife camping during a Boy Scout trip, breaking a piece off of it. His father does not become angry, but simply puts the knife away in his bottom drawer, where it remains for years.


The final two verses convey the son's emotional journey after his father's passing. He speaks of his struggles to grieve properly, until he finally finds the perfect way to honor his father's memory - by requesting the Randall knife that they shared. The knife, which has been untouched for decades, becomes the key to unlocking his emotions and expressing his love for his father.


Overall, "Randall Knife" is a heart-wrenching story that explores the complexities of father-son relationships, grief, and the power of physical objects to shape our memories and emotions.


Line by Line Meaning

My father had a Randall knife, my mother gave it to him
My father owned a Randall knife passed down to him by my mother


When he went off to World War II to save us all from ruin
He took the knife to serve his country during WWII


Now if you've ever held a Randall knife, then you know my father well
The knife is a symbol of my father's life and personality


If a better blade was ever made it was probably forged in hell
The Randall knife is considered one of the best blades made


My father was a good man, a lawyer by his trade
My father was a lawyer and a good person


And only once did I ever see him misuse the blade
My father only misused the knife once, using it as a tool instead of a weapon


Well, it almost took his thumb off when he took it for a tool
The knife is not meant for everyday use and can be dangerous


The knife was made for darker things, and you could not bend the rules
The knife is a weapon and should be used with caution and respect


He let me take it camping once on a Boy Scout jamboree
My father allowed me to borrow the knife for a Boy Scout event


And I broke a half an inch off, trying to stick it in a tree
I damaged the knife while using it inappropriately


Oh, I hid it from him for a while but the knife and he were one
I kept the damaged knife from my father, but the knife meant a lot to him


He put it in his bottom drawer without a hard word one
My father kept the knife in his drawer and did not confront me about it


And there it slept, there it stayed for 20 some odd years
The knife remained unused and untouched for over 20 years


Sorta like Excalibur, except waiting for a tear
The knife was like the mythical sword Excalibur, waiting for its rightful owner


Well, my father died when I was 40, and I couldn't find a way to cry
I had trouble expressing my emotions when my father passed away


Not because I didn't love him, not because he didn't try
My lack of tears did not mean I didn't love my father or appreciate his efforts


I've cried for every lesser thing, whiskey, pain and beauty
I've cried for other things before, but not for my father


And he deserved a better tear, and I was not quite ready
My father deserved more than I could give at the time of his passing


Oh, we took his ashes out to sea and poured 'em off the stern
We scattered my father's ashes at sea as per his wishes


And threw the roses in the wake of everything we'd learned
We threw roses to honor my father's legacy and all he taught us


When we got back to the house, they asked me what I wanted
After the ceremony, people asked me what I wanted to keep to remember my father


Not the lawbooks, not the watch, I need the thing he's haunted
I did not want any of his possessions except for the Randall knife


Well, my hand burned for the Randall knife there in the bottom drawer
I felt a strong desire to have the knife that my father kept in his drawer


I found a tear for my father's life, all that it stood for
After receiving the knife, I finally found the tears I was looking for to honor my father's life and legacy




Writer(s): Guy Clark

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