Lyrics My Father's House - Darrell Scott
MY
FATHER'S
HOUSE
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
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