Lift up on the door on the old rusted hinge The lock might be fickle, it's always been But it's a sweet old place to keep our memories in This house ain't much of a house, but it's a home
Empty cans on the counter and the laundry's never done The dog's tracked in snow and mud For every rose there's a weed, but every weed is welcome This house ain't much of a house, but it's a home
The faucet might leak, the staircase might creak The heater takes a while to kick in But there's a whole lot of laughter and love This house, this house is our home
There's a bed upstairs if you're ever in town Or if you need a place to get your feet back on the ground There's coffee in the cupboard, take any food you want out My house, my house is your home
Tucker's buried in the yard under that old oak we carved That porch is where you and I first kissed And there's no shortage of laughter or love This house, this house is our home This house, this house is our homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
