I grew up in a house that had tall Tall ceilings in the living room When Christmas came around We'd always get the biggest tree we could find
My sister and I, we would dance Twenty bare toes on the hardwood And when bedtime rolled around We still were never tired enough to sleep
Where I grew up on Cohen and Cash With that old cat buried in the back We'd hear dad's ankles crack as he walked down the hall He's my own miracle, at six feet tall And I might've still thought the world owed me something If he never taught me that I could make my own way
I grew up in a house where the music Made the air a little sweeter Where I'd wish for a rainy day Just so I wouldn't have to leave
Well, this city doesn't fit me too well anymore I've gotten older But that house on Harmon Avenue Will never be gone from my mind
Where I grew up on Cohen and Cash With that old cat buried in the back We'd hear dad's ankles crack as he walked down the hall He's my own miracle, at six feet tall And he let me play his guitar while he lay on the couch Watched the game as I dreamed the whole day away
Remember how the snow felt beneath our feet Remember how the cold made it harder to breathe Hold onto that feeling that you belong Hold onto that feeling that you belongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
