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[Verse]
If God forbid there were a house fire
The flames would consume
Every square foot, but it'd leave me and you
We'd take the dogs, and call the cops
And live in a van
But no one would make it as homey
Like you can
If our pockets get light and our wallets run out
If God forbid we went bankrupt and the bank took the house
We'd still be rich in love, nothing would stop us
No one understands, but to sum it all up

[Chorus]
It's not all this plaster and drywall and stories of stone
More valuable, sacred than anything else that I own
It's your tan skin in a cut-off
This is something I'm sure of
Oh baby, I just can't get enough
It's not a house on a county road
No, you are my home

[Verse]
If push came to shove and we hit the road
If we slept on park benches through rain and through snow
I'd probably never wanna go back to the house I'd call home
All I need is right here on the road
If we owned a mansion just for us two
Well, I'm not quite sure I would like all that room
Come closer baby, don't need my own space
Let's buy a Tennessee studio and call it our place

[Chorus]
It's not all this plaster and drywall and stories of stone
More valuable sacred than anything else that I own
It's your tan skin and a cut-off
This is something I'm sure of
Oh baby, I just can't get enough
It's not a house on a county road
No, you are my home

[Outro]
No, it's not all this plaster
Not all this drywall and stone
It's not a house on a county road
You are my home

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