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