I wrote this after driving from Atlanta to Memphis and back RT in one day. I saw a couple of folks riding in an old Dutchman camp trailer. They were the inspiration for this. Of course, the story is entirely made-up.
acoustic singer songwriter f
Lyrics
We've been on the road so long, I don't remember
How many days of riding through December
Something pulls on daddy and it flips a switch
Then we put the old Dutchman on the hitch
(Daddy will never know how it feels
Growing up
In a house on wheels)
It ain't long before I start to show
It won't be long before daddy knows
I met a boy outside a laundromat
He had nice eyes and a Stetson Hat
It's another 80 miles to Jasper
And another hundred from there to Tupelo
Daddy will never find what he's after
I think it is time for me to go
(Daddy you'll never know how it feels
Growing up, in a house on wheels)
(Break)
When we stop tonight at the campground
I'm gonna pack my things and go
I'm gonna leave daddy at the Dutchman
And make my way back to Tupelo
If you find yourself in Alabama
And you meet a boy in a Stetson hat
Tell him he made a child with a woman
He met at a laundromat
(This child will never know
how it feels
This child will never know
how it feels
Growing up, in a house on wheels