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Hands for Shelter
That used to be my house.
That used to be my place.
That used to be our home.
When daddy had a face.
That used to be my world,
when money weren't so tight.
That used to be my house
and mama didn't cry at night.
And I remember - spring mornin's on the swing
listenin' to mama, through the window she'd sing.
And I remember when some man come around,
sayin' that daddy's gone and she fell to the ground.
"Don't cry, mama, it'll be alright"
she picked me up and held me tight.
Yeah, she held me tight,
she held me tight...
Now the only thing not left behind,
is the pictures of my house kept in my mind.
Yeah, she held me tight,
she held me tight...
That used to be my house.
That used to be my place.
That used to be our home.
When daddy had a face.
That used to be my world.
when money weren't so tight
That used to be my house.
And mama didn't cry at night.
