| C | F | C | |
| Her parents never took the young girl t | o church |
| F | D | Am | G | |
| Never spok | e of his name, ne | ver read her his w | ords |
| C | F | C | |
| Two nonbelievers walking lost in thi | s world |
| F | C | Am | G | |
| Took their baby | with them, wh | at a sad little gir | l |
| Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs |
| Never wanted to play, or give kisses and hugs |
| She'd watch the T.V. and sit there on the couch |
| While her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out |
| Am | F | |
| An | d the drinking and the fighting |
| C | G | |
| Jus | t got worse every night |
| Am | |
| Be | hind their couch |
| F | |
| She'd be hiding |
| C | G | |
| Oh | what a sad little life |
| And like it always does the bad just got worse |
| With every slap, and every curse |
| Until her daddy, in a drunk rage one night |
| Used a gun on her mom, and then took his life |
| And some people from the city |
| Took the girl far away |
| To a new mom and a new dad |
| Kisses and hugs every day |
| Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in |
| And a small little girl, stared at a picture of him |
| She said I know that man up there on the cross |
| I don't know his name, but I know he got off |
| Cause he was there in my old house |
| And held me close to his side |
| As I hid there behind our couch |
| The night that my parents died |
| HOPE THIS HELPS YOU ON THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG ENJOY |