Well, I met this girl named Mary
She said she’d be my wife
We were plannin’ to get married
Have a real good life
She comes to me one day
Says, “Joe, have I got a story
I’m pregnant but I swear to you
It was the Lordy”
Now, I love this girl, so I believed what she say
(An angel also came to me to say it was okay)
We had a baby boy who didn’t even cry
And that’s when my troubles began, I tell you why
I got the father of the Son of God blues
Once when the boy was 12
We went for the yearly tally
We journeyed for a couple of days
Passed through the valley
When the census was done we couldn’t find the kid
We searched all over, well, this is what he did
He went to the temple and started to debate
With all the learned men there, woulda argued ‘til late
Now, what’s a fellow supposed to do
When he finds his son like that?
Take him to an open field
With ball and glove and bat?
(I don’t think so)
I’ve got the father of the Son of God blues
I tell you, I’m a family man but it sure is hard
When your kid knows so much more than you by far
I know he’s doing good things
(His mother’s so proud of him)
He’s got these plans to move,
Go teach in Jerusalem
And though not every father gets miracles from his son
I still can’t help feelin’ bad that I’m the one
I’m just a simple carpenter and normally that’s just fine
But anyone’d feel inferior if his son turned out divine
I got the father of the Son of God blues
The “hardly any portraits painted” blues
The “no one ever prays to me” blues
The father of the Son of God blues
(Amen.)
