Through The Walls Songtext

von Bekka Bramlett

There's a song from yesterday
It's a song my daddy use dto play
On the front porch
Or in the kitchen
Late at night
In my room when I was young
To be awake made me the lucky one
I heard the music that made up my life

Through the walls
A child was listening
To that lonesome guitar cry
And through it all I keep on wishing
I could hear him sing that rock-a-bye
Through the walls

And when I'm feeling lost and lonely
I just close my eyes

Through the walls
A child is listening
For that lonesome guitar cry
And through it all I keep on wishing
I could hear him sing that rock-a-bye
Through the walls

I heard the music that made up my life