Written by Ira & Charlie Louvin

A house, not a home

Was the picture Satan painted
For sweet little sister and me
Our daddy would frown

While mother was prayin'
His heart was so hardened
That he would not believe


In anger he'd swear
His voice cold and loud

His Sundays were spent
Out with the gamblin' crowd
I've never seen my daddy

Inside a house of God
For Satan held his hand
Down the path of sin he trod


Not long ago
Our circle was broken

When God called on mother one night
In a voice sweet and low
Her last words were spoken

Asking our daddy
To raise her children right


The angels rejoiced
In Heaven last night
I heard my daddy pray

Dear God, make it right
He was smiling and singing
With tears in his eyes

While mother with the angels
Rejoiced last night
While mother with the angels

Rejoiced last night