My Fathers House by Darrell Scott
Key: EE | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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He sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me 
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I was born and raised in my father's house 
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Can catching rain in the kitchen 
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He said a good song never comes to those who chase 
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It comes to those who listen 
And I'd listen to him 
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Waking up in the middle of the night 
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I know he thought we were sleeping 
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And with an old melody and a guitar in hand 
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Somewhere between dreaming and weeping 
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He'd sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me 
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I grew up quick in my father's house 
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Mama she gave him no daughters 
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Just a look in the eye of a woman in need 
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To be free of a love grown harder 
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So she hit the road in a Galaxy Ford 
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The one that my daddy had bought her 
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And she crossed the tracks and never looked back 
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She was hummin' a song he had taught her 
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She sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me 
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There was this big black trunk in my father's house 
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Where he kept all the ledgers he'd write in 
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So  I broke into it before I moved out 
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To see if I could find out more about him 
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There were letters written, never sent to my mom 
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It's a wonder it never killed him 
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And there were lines, and songs, and poetry 
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Damn near as good as Hank Williams 
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Sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me