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