From: rick (rickl1@ix.netcom.com)
 Subject: CRD:My Fathers House Darrell Scott 
 Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab
 Date: 2001-03-06 18:58:08 PST 



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    

E                     A   B                          E
He sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me 
E     A        E         B            E
I was born and raised in my father's house 
A            E           B
Can catching rain in the kitchen 
          A               E         B         E
He said a good song never comes to those who chase 
   A        E         B
It comes to those who listen 

And I'd listen to him 
A      E         B             E     
Waking up in the middle of the night 
A         E                B 
I know he thought we were sleeping 
            A   E            B         E
And with an old melody and a guitar in hand 
      A           E            B
Somewhere between dreaming and weeping 
                         A  B                          E
He'd sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me 
  A       E           B        E
I grew up quick in my father's house 
A        E           B
Mama she gave him no daughters 
       F#m         E        B        E
Just a look in the eye of a woman in need 
      A         E          B
To be free of a love grown harder 
       F#m     E         B      E
So she hit the road in a Galaxy Ford 
A               E         B
The one that my daddy had bought her 
         F#m        E          B            C#m
And she crossed the tracks and never looked back 
        A         E           B
She was hummin' a song he had taught her 
                       A   B                          E
She sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me 

SOLO

B                  A     E            B        E

There was this big black trunk in my father's house 
         A            E            B
Where he kept all the ledgers he'd write in 
      F#m        E  B              E 
So  I broke into it before I moved out 
A                 E             B
To see if I could find out more about him 
           F#m     E              B          E
There were letters written, never sent to my mom 
A                E     B
It's a wonder it never killed him 
               F#m        C#m        B   E
And there were lines, and songs, and poetry 
A            E             B
Damn near as good as Hank Williams 
                   A    B                         E
Sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me 

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