Story Behind The Song

My mom decided to sell the house we grew up in after my father died.

Song Description

Woman prepares to sell her house after her husband dies. Daughter sees the house as a symbol of her childhood and of the relatively short time she had with her father.

Lyrics

Mama?s gonna? sell her house and move.
She won?t be needin? all those rooms.
Leavin? my past in there and memories she could not bear
From twenty years ago.
Looks like my childhood?s bein? sold.

My father died and left her there
With seventeen designer chairs.
And no one there to share them with.
And no one running up the stairs.
A big old house got lonely for her, so
Looks like my childhood?s bein? sold.

Chorus: Don?t slam the screen door.
Don?t run down the stairs,
Some younger Dad?s gonna? warn some younger kids in there.
My sister?s height at five years old marked on our closet door.
Her imaginary friend, Hildebrande, won?t come around no more.

Bridge: For endless games of hide and seek,
For endless boys I had to weep.
The only night my tears ran dry
Was the night when my father died.

What would he have to say
If he saw our past bein? sold this way?
The sweet fruit of all his labor;
He?d even miss the nosey neighbors.
He should be rockin? on the front porch,
Growin? old.
Looks like my childhood?s bein? sold.

Chorus: Don?t slam the screen door.
Don?t run down the stairs.
Some younger dad?s gonna? warn some younger kids in there.
He should be rockin?-He should be growin? old.
But life keeps movin? on as my childhood?s bein? sold.

Mama?s gonna sell her house and move.
Leave moldy suits and go-go boots.
And little horns that really toot.
There must be buried pirate loot from twenty years ago.
Looks like my childhood?s bein? sold.

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
I love Ms. Berne	Ms. Berne	2/11/2024