Darrell Scott My Fathers House written by Darrell Scott
Darell Scott vocals/guitar/mandolin
Leland Sklar bass
Steve Conn accordion
Kenny Malone drums
Dale Scott vocals
Suzi Ragsdale vocals

He sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me
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 with 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 taught her
She sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me

SOLO

There was this big black trunk in my father’s house
Where he kept all the ledgers he’d write in
So 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

From Darrell Scott “Family Tree”
EMI Music/House of Bram Music, ASCAP)

INTRO C Em D

SHE WAS FOUND IN HER BEDROOM WITH A NOTE ON THE WALL
SAYING TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME; IT DON?T MATTER NOW AT ALL
HER PASSING MADE THE PAPERS THOUGH THERE WEREN?T MUCH TO SAY
JUST A GIRL OF THE NIGHT TAKES HER LIFE AT MIDDAY

SHE WAS FOND OF THE LADIES AND GOOD TO THE MEN
AND SHE COULD TAKE YOU ABOUT ANYWHERE YOU?D NEVER BEEN
THOUGH I NEVER TOUCHED HER WE?D WALKED EVERYDAY
HEADING WEST DOWN SUNSET TALKING OUR LIVES AWAY

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SAID SHE COULD WALK ON THE WATER-, BED SHOOT OUT THE LIGHTS
TAKE YOU UP TO THE LIMIT, PUSH YOU OVER THE LINE
SAID IF YOU WANNA SEE GOD, BROTHER, CLOSE YOUR EYES
THIS ONE?S FOR RHONDA?S LAST RIDE

THERE?S A TOWN IN NEVADA, JUST ACROSS THE STATE LINE
WHERE RHONDA GREW UP AHEAD OF HER TIME
WHY, IF I HAD TO SAY, IT?S HER DADDY TO BLAME
OLD DESERT RAT CODY SET HER CHILDHOOD TO FLAME

AND THERE WERE GI?S AND TRUCKERS AND GHOSTS OF THE ROAD
ON THEIR WAY UP TO VEGAS, THEY?D LIGHTEN THEIR LOAD
THERE WAS MANY A LOVER, BUT NARY COMPLAINED
AND IT WAS MANY A MAN WHO WOULD CALL OUT HER NAME

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I?M NOT HERE TO TELL YOU SHE DIED OUT OF SHAME
IN HER LAST CHOSEN MOMENTS, HER LIPS CURSED NO NAME
NOT CODY, NOR JESUS, NOT A CRY OUT FOR LOVE
SHE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU THAT LEAVIN?S ENOUGH

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