This Place
Looking through the family picture book
I didn't know your name
Couldn't quite remember
Why this face was so familiar
When I hear your story
When I walk through this house
That you built from the ground
I can still hear the sounds of your laughter
When I look at this picture
Of you smiling up at me
Sun-bleached hair and weathered feet
A thousand stories written 'cross your face
Like how you built this place
Driving down this dirt road
Feels like I've been here before
When I step on this porch step
Feels like I've done it a thousand times
When I hear your story
When I walk through this house
That you built from the ground
I can still hear the sounds of your laughter
When I look at this picture
Of you smiling up at me
Sun-bleached hair and weathered feet
A thousand stories written 'cross your face
Like how you built this place
And they say I have her eyes
They say she loved you through the lies
They say you once fell off this roof
And you nearly died
They say the old creek is running dry
They say this house is crumbling
But I, I think it looks fine
I think it looks fine
Just fine
When I hear your story
When I walk through this house
That you built from the ground
I can still hear the sounds of your laughter
When I look at this picture
Of you smiling up at me
Sun-bleached hair and weathered feet
A thousand stories written 'cross your face
Like how you built this place
Like how you built this place
Like how you built this place
I didn't know your name
Couldn't quite remember
Why this face was so familiar
When I hear your story
When I walk through this house
That you built from the ground
I can still hear the sounds of your laughter
When I look at this picture
Of you smiling up at me
Sun-bleached hair and weathered feet
A thousand stories written 'cross your face
Like how you built this place
Driving down this dirt road
Feels like I've been here before
When I step on this porch step
Feels like I've done it a thousand times
When I hear your story
When I walk through this house
That you built from the ground
I can still hear the sounds of your laughter
When I look at this picture
Of you smiling up at me
Sun-bleached hair and weathered feet
A thousand stories written 'cross your face
Like how you built this place
And they say I have her eyes
They say she loved you through the lies
They say you once fell off this roof
And you nearly died
They say the old creek is running dry
They say this house is crumbling
But I, I think it looks fine
I think it looks fine
Just fine
When I hear your story
When I walk through this house
That you built from the ground
I can still hear the sounds of your laughter
When I look at this picture
Of you smiling up at me
Sun-bleached hair and weathered feet
A thousand stories written 'cross your face
Like how you built this place
Like how you built this place
Like how you built this place
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel S Jr Hardeman
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