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[Verse 1]
My CDaddy Made His Living In G7A Little Southern CTown And FAfter school was over I would Chelp him with his G7rounds He'd Fsit there in his pick-up truck While I wore out me Cshoes
But he'd already walk beside me
When I G7went up to old CJoe's Like all Cthe other kids in town I'd G7never seen his Cface Though IF used to leave his groceries At the Cbackdoor of his G7place And I Fknew somebody lived there 'cause in the morning they'd be Cgone
But the curtains of Old Joe's House
Were G7always tightly Cdrawn
[Chorus]
They G7say that in his Cyounger days he'd Floved another Cman And when that small town started talking His friend died by his own G7hand There Cwhispers among the women Hard FTalk among the Cmen
But the Curtains of old Joe's house
Were G7never pulled Cagain [Verse 2] I Ccould tell you were this happened ButG7 I think you oughtC to know That Fright there where you're living There aCre people like OG7ld Joe For Feach of us has secrets That we keep on the backroom Cshelves
Keep them hidden from our neighbours
And G7often from ourselves But Ceverybodies got the right To G7be the way they Care If Fyou're not hurting someone else Then Cyou've not gone to G7far So Fbefore you start to criticise The lives that others Clead
Take a good look in the mirror
And G7be sure of what you Csee [Chorus] They G7say that in his Cyounger days he'd Floved another Cman
And what went on beteween them
No one there could G7understand There were Cwhispers among the women Hard Ftalk among the mCen
But the curtains of old Joes's house
Were G7never pulled aCgain