Notice: Undefined index: PATH_INFO in /var/www/chordiepro/chord.pere on line 794
The Drunkards Son-crd Hank Snow
Submitted by Bill Winfield [billw@nexicom.net]
THE DRUNKARD'S SON
[G]In an old dusty [G7]attic of a [C]tenement house
I [G]happend to [A7]wander one [D]day [D7]
And [G]there on the [G7]rafters 'neath [C]shavings and chips
A [G]drunkard's poor [D7]little boy [G]lay
Oh [G7]why are lying up [C]here in the cold
What [G7]makes you lie on this hard [C]bed? [C7]
My [F]father's a drunkard and he [C]beat me to[Am]day
My [F]darling old G7]mother is [C]dead
I'm[G]hiding from [G7]father and [C]please sir, don't tell
He [G]beat me 'cause [A7]I would not [D]steal [D7]
He [G]said he would [G7]kill me the [C]next I failed
And I'm [G]so a[D7]fraid sir, he [G]will
I'm [G7]leaving you here, son, I [C]sadly replied
But [G7]I will be back right a[C]way [C7]
But [F]when I returned to the [C]attic I [Am]found
That [F]Jesus had [G7]been there that [C]day
The [G]chips and the [G7]shavings were [C]there as before
And the [G]little boy [A7]lie on his [D]bed [D7]
With [G]tears on his [G7]cheeks and his [C]hands at his side
The [G]poor little [D7]fellow was [G7]dead
A [G7]picture of mother lay [C]close to his heart
A [G7]faint little note by his [C]head [C7]
As I [F]opened the paper, my [C]eyes filled with [Am]tears
For [F]these were the [G7]words that I [C]read
I'm [G]hiding with [G7]Jesus a[C]cross the divide
With dear [G]mother for[A7]ever I'll [D]dwell [D7]
And [G]thank you dear [G7]mister for your [C]kindness to me
And [G]now it's al[D7]right if you [G]tell
(Guess you could say this was a song about child abuse long before child
abuse was ever identified as a social malfunction)Till it‰s chiseled in
stone
++++++++++++++
Important: The song above is NOT stored on the Chordie server. The original song is hosted at www.roughstock.com. Chordie works as a search engine and provides on-the-fly formatting. Chordie does not index songs against artists'/composers' will. To remove this song please click here.
