Thursday, December 6, 2007

The House

and you'll know you've done enough,
when there's dinner on the table.
and you've prayed to God to do everything he can.
and you'll know you've done enough,
and tried to be the better man.
when you've prayed to god to help you do everything you're able.
he never said a thing about the money he had to borrow.
they'd kiss us all goodnight,
and say "we'll see you all tomorrow."
but it's my father's house,
it keeps the water off our heads.
and it's my mother's house.
it's got four walls to keep us in and well.

so take a look at them now.
they carried all of our own weight,
and never said a word so we won't know.
this was the place where they'd lay our heads at night,
with a chip on the shoulder,
and a smile to let us know it's alright.

and he's been working to hard now, for days.
i wonder if he'll get a raise.
he's gone before the sun gets up,
and home after it goes away.
and mama's got the overnight again.
he never said it,
but i wonder if it ever had him beat,
trying to make ends meet,
without us ever knowing.
we never had our clothes wear out.
we never knew a thing about,
we never had our soles wear out.
we never knew a thing about.

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