Judge a book by its covers
Singer/songwriter playing traditional country and irish folk
I am a troubadour playing countrymusic and irish folk music.
Performances purely acoustic or with prerecorded backingtracks
Lyrics
That aching back aint nothing new, and each day when the workdays through, he drives home to the place he calls his home
a run down schack by the side of the road, lets in the wind, and its always cold, after all this time its all he has to show
and like so many times before, he reaches for that front porch door, and feels that same old smile come cross his face
the neighbours might turn up their nose, but he dont care, because he knows, that he has something nothing can replace
cause you cant judge a book by its covers, inside waits his kids and their mother, the one and only woman in his dreams
no you cant judge a book by its covers, that man is richer than any other, cause in that house is all the love he needs
some twenty years of toil and grind, each years leaves him further behind, cant get ahead nomatter what he do
but in their eyes he can do no wrong, always knows whats going on, whatever happens he knows what to do
sometimes that too's a heavy load, he makes the rules up as he goes, hoping things will work out in the end
but now he hear steps behind the door, some are big, and some are small, he steps into their arms, n'begin to mend
cause you cant judge a book by its covers, inside waits his kids and their mother, the one and only woman in his dreams
no you cant judge a book by its covers, that man is richer than any other, cause in that house is all the love he needs
cause you cant judge a book by its covers, inside waits his kids and their mother, the one and only woman in his dreams
no you cant judge a book by its covers, that man is richer than any other, cause in that house is all the love he needs
yeah that old house holds all the love he needs
Thumbs Up! Great song and AWESOME Country vocal!