Darrell Scott - My fathers house

^EHe sang a walk on the ^Awild^Bside lasts a lifetime with ^Eme ^EI was ^Aborn and ^Eraised in ^Bmy father's h^Eouse ^ACan catching ^Erain in the ^Bkitchen He said a ^Agood song never ^Ecomes to t^Bhose who c^Ehase It ^Acomes to ^Ethose who ^Blisten

^AWaking ^Eup in the ^Bmiddle of the ^Enight ^AI know he ^Ethought we were s^Bleeping And with an ^Aold ^Emelody and a ^Bguitar in ^Ehand Somewh^Aere between ^Edreaming and ^Bweeping He'd sing a walk on the w^Aild^Bside lasts a lifetime with ^Eme I ^Agrew up ^Equick in my ^Bfather's ^Ehouse ^AMama she ^Egave him no ^Bdaughters Just a ^F#mlook in the ^Eeye of a ^Bwoman in ^Eneed To be ^Afree of a ^Elove grown ^Bharder So she ^F#mhit the ^Eroad in a ^BGalaxy ^EFord ^AThe one that my ^Edaddy had ^Bbought her And she c^F#mrossed the ^Etracks and ^Bnever looked ^C#mback She was ^Ahummin' a ^Esong he had ^Btaught her She sang a walk on the ^Awild^Bside lasts a lifetime with ^Eme

^BThere was this big ^Ablack ^Etrunk in my f^Bather's h^Eouse Where he ^Akept all the ^Eledgers he'd ^Bwrite in So I ^F#mbroke into ^Eit ^Bbefore I moved ^Eout ^ATo see if I could ^Efind out more ^Babout him There were ^F#mletters ^Ewritten, never ^Bsent to my ^Emom ^AIt's a wonder it ^Enever ^Bkilled him And there were ^F#mlines, and ^C#msongs, and ^Bpoet^Ery ^ADamn near as ^Egood as Hank W^Billiams

Sing a walk on the ^Awilds^Bide lasts a lifetime with ^Eme