Shotgun House Eddie Noack

[Verse 1]
I grew up in a shotgun house
Just a stringy-haired millhand's kid
No numbers on the front, they all look the same
And 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 holler Ma's name to the top of his lungs
And raise up an awful fuss
Ma'd tell us kids we'd better be still
If we knew what was good 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 the porch
Of somebody еlse's shotgun house

[Piano Solo]

[Verse 2]
The yеars have passed and I've grown up
I've got a family all my own
But things don't seem much different now
We call a shotgun house our 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