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This old house once knew my children,
This old house once knew my wife.
This old house was home and comfort
as we fought the storms of life.
This old house once rang with laughter,
This old house heard many shouts.
Now she trembles in the darkness
when the lightnin' walks about.

Ain't gonna need this house no longer,
Ain't gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingles,
Ain't got time to fix the floor.
Ain't got time to oil the hinges,
Nor to mend the window pane.
Ain't gonna need this house no longer,
I'm a gettin' ready to meet the saints.

This old house is getting shaky,
This old house is getting old.
This old house lets in the rain
and This old house lets in the cold.
On my knees I'm getting chilly,
But I feel no fear or pain.
Cause I see an angel peeking through,
A broken window pane.

Now, this ole house is afraid of thunder
This ole house is afraid of storms
This ole house just groans and trembles
When the night wind flings it arms
This ole house is getting feeble
This ole house is a needin paint
Just like him it's tuckered out,
but I'm a gettin' ready to meet the saints.


Now my old hound dog lies asleeping,
He don't know I'm gonna leave.
Else he'd wake up by the fireplace,

And he'd sit there, howl and grieve
But my hunting days are over
I aint gonna hunt the 'coon no more
Gabriel done brought in my chariot
When the wind blew down the door

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