My Fathers House

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He sang a walk on the wildside 
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lasts a lifetime with me
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I was born and raised in my 
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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
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 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 
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guitar in hand
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Somewhere between dreaming and 
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weeping
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He'd sing a walk on the wildside 
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lasts a lifetime with me
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  A       E           B        E
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
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 in need
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To be free of a love grown harder
       F#m     E         B      E
So she hit the road in a Galaxy Ford
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The one that my daddy had bought her
         F#m        E          B 
And she crossed the tracks and 
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never looked back
        A         E           B
She was hummin' a song he had taught
 her
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She sang a walk on the wildside 
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lasts a lifetime with me

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      B        E

There was this big black trunk in my
 father's house
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Where he kept all the ledgers he'd 
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write in
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So  I broke into it before I moved 
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out
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To see if I could find out more 
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about him
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There were letters written, never 
B          E
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, 
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and poetry
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Damn near as good as Hank Williams
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Sing a walk on the wildside lasts 
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a lifetime with me