Mama lies on the couch in her old wedding gown
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She turned pale long before the carnival had left town
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She stares at the front porch on the outlook for dad
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"Don't worry, I'll be back in a week" is the last thing he said
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We all knew he gambled in the city and lost
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Money we didn't have must've been the line that he crossed
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It's been over a year instead of a week
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Here in our house, our house by the creek
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Me and my family live in the Netherlands
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In the house daddy built with his bare hands
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My younger brother Jimmy is playing outside
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With his cap gun he tries to shoot planes from the sky
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In his chair by the window sits uncle Fred
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Since he's back from the war there ain't a word he has said
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And Freckles my sister she passed away sir
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Sometimes in my dreams I catch up with dad and with her
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What we end up with is not what we seek
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Here in our house, our house by the creek
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My name is Louis, it's Louis, all right
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I play dad's old accordion all day and all night
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I just turned eleven, so I'm still a kid
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But when I grow up I wanna find out what daddy did
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Mister believe me, I was taught not to cry
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And that family should stay together 'till the day that you die
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Yeah mister believe me, I was taught boys don't cry
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And that the town where you're born is the town where you'll die
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That the town where you're born is where you'll probably die
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What did God wanna show when He created man weak
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We don't understand in our house by the creek
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House By The Creek
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