Can't Keep a Good Man Down

No you can’t keep a good man down.
You can hold him underwater, you may hope that he will drown.
You can bury him with circumstance and cloud his head with doubt, but you can’t keep a good man down.
“I’m sorry son,” said the lawyer to the boy.
“Your folks weren’t good at paying debts, or saving coins.
It seems that all your parents left you was uncertainty and void.
You’ve got a pulse, you’ve got a choice.”
No you can’t keep a good man down.
You can flood his deck with water, sink his ship, hope that he drowns.
You can bury him with circumstance and cloud his head with doubt, but you can’t keep a good man down.
The house is gone, repossessed on a Saturday.
And with it left all the childhood memories.
He drove his mother back and forth for years from work and to AA, irony took her away.
No you can’t keep a good man down.
You can fill his lungs with water, you may be certain he will drown.
You can bury him with circumstance and cloud his head with doubt, but you can’t keep a good man down.
He got the call at 6:07 June the 8th
and from the tone he’d known what’d happened right away.
“There’s been an accident and I’m afraid neither of them are safe,
the alcohol must share the blame.”
No you can’t keep a good man down.
You can deprive the air he breathes,
hold him under, watch him drown.
You can bury him with circumstance and cloud his head with doubt, but you can’t keep a good man down.