Have You Seen My Son? - Benjamin Booker

Place that Bible at my feet

I could hardly understand you

Boy, just mind that you mind me

I bet that you’ve callin' on me boy

Askin' for answers

You’ve been callin' at my door

You cried for a week

My son is still in the world

I don’t see your way

I miss the old days

I miss the old days

Son, don’t run

I said I’m tryin' to find some children in this world

I know the things that you understand

I bet that you’ve callin' on me boy

Askin' for answers

You’ve been callin' at my door

You cried for a week

My son is askin' the world somewhere

I pray for him every day

I know I won’t see his face

All the way from Florida to New Orleans

I said 'everyone even who helps the least

When a mother loses his child

She would do my silly thing

I know that I can never make it right

But it’s hard to live in failure

My son is lost in the world somewhere

I help him every day