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[Verse 1]
Well, I grew up in a shotgun house
Just a stringy-haired millhand's kid
No numbers on the door and they all look the same
You had to know where you lived
So we'd count the houses 'til we came to ours
And it always worked out right
But somehow, my hard-working millhand pa
Lost count every Saturday night
[Chorus]
He'd stand outside and he'd holler Ma's name
And stir up an awful fuss
But Mama'd just tell us we'd better be good
If we knew what was best for us
So sometimes he'd find his way back home
To his kids and his loving spouse
But many was a night he slept under thе porch
Of somebody else's shotgun housе
[Verse 2]
Well, time has passed and I've grown up
I've got a family all my own
But things don't seem much different now
I call a shotgun house my home
I work hard at the mill all week
And I try to treat my family right
But just like my pappy, there's too many bars
On the way home Saturday night
[Chorus]
So I stand outside and I holler real loud
"Honey, won't you turn on the light?"
But this sweet little woman won't guide me in
And it looks like a rainy night
If I walk in the front door, I might get killed
And I ain't neither man nor mouse
But when I wake up, I'm gonna paint me a sign
On the front of my shotgun house
Shotgun House [demo] was written by Eddie Noack.