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