My Fathers House

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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