To Build A House

(Steven LaFollette)

A bank-robber tune, originally written as a waltz in 3/4. The song is a fun mix of familiar Bonnie-and-Clyde type imagery and morality tale, with the Biblical parable of the man who builds his house on the sand. The story is mostly for fun but packages the cinematic theme with a proverb of sorts.

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Verse The suggest we come quietly now With our hands in the air and our guns on the ground But I’ve got a hole in the cap of my knee So I ain’t goin’ nowhere Verse They ask for my answer, I intend to shout But it’s hard to speak with your gun in my mouth A tear in your eye says the thought crossed your mind But we ain’t gonna leave this world that way Verse And the exits are blocked by the arm of the law And the boy with the bullhorn can scream his voice raw Their point gets across, honey you don’t seem scared So we ain’t goin’ nowhere Pre Chorus But I caught you looking at the fire escape We wagered all of our plans at the tables across from the bank It’s no consolation, but these were just dreams So take what you can when you go and when I’m out come looking for me Chorus And while I am gone put your finest clothes on Go to church honey, sing for the choir Pray for my soul if it helps you to grow now And write to me what you have learned Verse I request you go bury our sins In the dunes south of Boise and two miles in And we’ll go unearth them in our time of need Should the child run a fever Pre Chorus I here them racing, up the steps towards the vault And I wave goodbye to the back of your heels as you run down the hall I’ll go to prison, you’ll finish school And make what you can of this life while you’re young and I’m here in the hole Chorus Until I’ve payed my tole, I will build you that home Of a modest size right on the sand Stepping on cracks hoping it won’t collapse As we pray that we might never die

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