Down In The Bayou
When I Was A Boy
Growing Up In Louisian
We Lived In A
Four Room Shotgun House
Buddy It Was Long
And Thin
I'd Come Home In
The Middle Of
The Night Smelling Like
Homemade Wine
I'd Go Tippy Toeing
Past Daddy's Bed
Hoping I Could Get
To Mine
Living In A Shotgun House
Living In A Shotgun House
Sneaking In The Back
Door Quiet As A Mouse
Living In A Shotgun House
Daddy Never Told Me
Till I Was Grown
He Was Smarter Than
I Thought
He Was Always Awake
When I Came Home
When It Was Him
That Nearly Got Caught
I Don't Know Why It
Never Crossed My Mind
I Never Did Figure It Out
He Had To Stay
Up Late To Father
13 Kids
Livin' In A Shotgun House
Livin' In A Shotgun House
Livin' In A Shotgun House
Sneakin' In The Back Door
Quiet As A Mouse
Livin' In A Shotgun House
Livin' In A Shotgun House
Livin' In A Shotgun House
That Walls Are Thin
Be Quiet As A Mouse
Livin' In A Shotgun House
Livin' In A Shotgun House
Livin' In A Shotgun House