Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
Daryle Singletary
On a park bench the old man sat
And stared into yesterday
I sat down beside him
Said thank God for this quiet place
Between the wife and the kids
The TV and the phone
Seems there's something always going on
He said son, if you think this is quiet
You should follow me home
You ain't heard nothin' yet
Till you've lived in a house by yourself
When silence is all you've got left
In the rooms where your babies have slept
So don't wish for something you will regret
Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet
The old man kept talking
Painting pictures from his memories
Did he drag out his past for himself
Or was it for me
His eyes came alive
He spoke of dancing with his wife
And playing ball with his two little boys
He said, son what I remember as music
You're calling noise
You ain't heard nothin' yet
Till you've lived in a house by yourself
When silence is all you've got left
In the rooms where your babies have slept
So don't wish for something you will regret
Cause you ain't heard nothin' yet
You ain't heard nothin' yet...
We'll all rest in peace on that
You can bet
Oh, you ain't heard nothin' yet
You Ain’t Heard Nothing Yet was written by Tim Mensy & Tony Haselden.
You Ain’t Heard Nothing Yet was produced by Greg Cole.