House by the Creek - Milow

Mama lies on the couch

In her old wedding gown

She turned pale long before

The carnival had left town

She stares at the front porch

On the outlook for dad

«Don't worry, I’ll be back in a week»

Is the last thing he said

We all knew he gambled

In the city, and lost

Money we didn’t have

Must’ve been the line that he crossed

It’s been over a year

Instead of a week

Here in our house

Our house by the creek

Me and my family

Live in the Netherlands

In the house that daddy built

With his bare hands

My younger brother Jimmy

Is playing outside

With his cap gun he tries

To shoot planes from the sky

In his chair by the window

Sits uncle Fred

Since he’s back from the war

There ain’t a word he has said

And Freckles, my sister

She passed away, sir

Sometimes in my dreams

I catch up with dad and with her

What we end up with

Is not what we seek

Here in our house

Our house by the creek

My name is Louie

It’s Louie, all right

I play dad’s old accordion

All day and all night

I just turned eleven

So I’m still a kid

But when I grow up

I wanna find out what daddy did

Mister believe me

I was taught not to cry

And that family should stay together

Till the day that you die

Yeah mister, believe me

I was taught boys don’t cry

And that the town where you’re born

Is the town where you’ll die

That the town where you’re born

Is where you’ll probably die

What did God wanna show

When He created man weak?

We don’t understand

In our house by the creek