I was born and raised in my father's house  Can catching rain in the kitchen  He said a good song never comes to those who chase  It comes to those who listen  And I'd listen to him  Waking up in the middle of the night  I know he thought we were sleeping  And with an old melody and a guitar in hand  Somewhere between dreaming and weeping  He'd sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime for me    I grew up quick in my father's house  Mama she gave him no daughters  Just a look in the eye of a woman in need  To be free of a love grown harder  So she hit the road in a Galaxy Ford  The one that my daddy had bought her  And she crossed the tracks and never looked back  She was hummin' a song he had tought her  She sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me    There was this big black trunk in my father's house  Where he kept all the ledgers he'd write in  And I broke into it before I moved out  To see if I could find out more about him  There were letters written, never sent to my mom  It's a wonder it never killed him  And there were lines, and songs, and poetry  Damn near as good as Hank Williams  Sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me    these lyrics are submitted by burkul