When the Father’s Gone
by John Allen Latta  © 2007 (BMI)

Baby we’ve been good, we’ve been bad,
Once we were the best we ever had.
Yeah young love has to grow up fast,
But that’s the way it goes.
The same old story, same old song,
Good lovin’ gone bad,

Somebody done wrong.
Heaven only knows how we got so far,
Down this broken road

Hey baby there’s one thing,

That you should know,
Got something to tell you,

Before you just let go:

(Chorus)
When the father’s gone:

Wrong seems right,
Broken voices call,

  In the middle of the night.
Little girls tend to fuss;

Little boys want to fight,
When the father’s gone. . .
It ain’t about me, it ain’t about you.
It’s about us doing...

What we’re s'posed to do.
Life can be a lot harder,

Than it really has to,
When the father’s gone.

Our Father’s house is full of mansions;
You and I both know it’s true.
We make our way down here on Earth;
Doing the best that we can do.
Raised pure in heart,

Deep in the church.
Taught right from wrong,

Chapter and verse,
True to ourselves,

To our family,
Baby take my hand.

And you know He hears us,

He hears us callin’.
And baby He’ll catch us,

Catch us fallin’.

(Chorus)
When the Father’s gone:

Wrong seems right,
Broken voices call,

In the middle of the night.
Little girls tend to fuss;

Little boys want to fight,
When the Father’s gone. . .
It ain’t about me,

And it ain’t about you.
It’s about us doing...

What we’re s'posed to do.
Life can be a lot harder,

Than it really has to,
When the Father's Gone.

(Bridge)
Baby take a look,

Around the neighborhood,
At all the broken homes,

Where castles stood.

Chorus and out...