In My Father's House (guitar) Songtext
von Eric Bibb

You might been raised on the block
You mighta wandered here from far
But no matter where you come from
No matter who you are

You don′t need no ID
You don't need no membership cards
Well, you know you′re always welcome
In my Father's house

You might be a child of the streets
You might be rich man's son
No matter what you′re doin′
No matter whatcha done

When you got nowhere to hide
You've got nowhere left to run
Well, you know you′ll find shelter
In my Father's house


When you′re mistreated in this world
Like a stranger in your own land
When the chains around your heart
Are just too much to stand

Oh, when heaven's just a word
When hell is close to hand, c′mon
Well, come an' lay your burden down
In my Father's house

When you′re lonely and discouraged
And misery has no end
When you need that helpin′ hand

And no-one wants to lend
When you're down on your kneel, beggin′ for a friend
Yeah, you know you're gonna find one
In my Father′s house, c'mon
In my Father′s house

You might be a child of the streets
You might be rich man's son, c'mon
No matter what you′re doin′
No matter whatcha done


And when you got nowhere to hide
You've got nowhere left to run
Well, you know you′ll find shelter
In my Father's house

Yeah, you know you′ll find it there
In my Father's house
And you know you always welcome
In my Father′s house
In my Father's house
One, two!

You're been raised on the block
You mighta wandered here from far
No matter where you come from
No matter who you are

You don′t need no ID
You don′t need no membership cards
Well, you know you're always welcome
In my Father′s house, c'mon people

Well, you know you′re always, always welcome
In his house

Well, you know you're always welcome
In my Father′s house