Father, let me go Father, let me go I said Father, let me go On your crowded bus to heaven And I won't bother you no more On your crowded bus to heaven And I won't bother you no more Father (yeah), is a busy man I said ol' father, is a busy man I said, I said father, is a busy man (yeah) One day I'll sing for him in heaven And I will join his angel band One day I'll sing for him in heaven And I will join his angel band I said ol' Jesus, was a fine young man I said, I said ol' Jesus (yeah), was a fine young man Oh Jesus, was a fine young man Four good bottles a day I drink in Jesus name Four good bottles a day I drink in Jesus name I said father, I don't wanna complain I said father, I don't wanna complain Father, I don't wanna complain But I'm longing for your hands To tare up this ol' chain How I'm longing for your hands To tare up this ol' chain Father, let me go I said ol' Father, let me go I said Father, let me go On that crowded bus to heaven And I won't bother you no more On that crowded bus to heaven And I won't bother you no more On That crowded bus to heaven And I won't bother you no more On that crowded bus to heaven And I won't bother you no more