Little Back House

I couldn't find a bigger jacket
If I tried and I did
Bundled head to floor
I adore how he
Makes fun of it
Will I ever be warm again
The reverse of summer
You forget the life you once lived
Being away from home
The season's stolen
Somewhere along the way
My spirit was broken

But he keeps me warm
In that little back house
Plenty of love
To go around
There's no firewood or place to burn
So we'll cuddle up now
There's no mistletoe but don't we know
We don't need it anyhow
Oh I am home now
In that little back house

Traditions some stay and some go
So we made our own
Picked up some sticks
From the yard for a cross
And wrapped them in gold
Will I ever be warm again
Reaches in my pocket
To hold my hand in his
Being away from home
The season's stolen
Somewhere along the way
My spirit was broken

But he keeps me warm
In that little back house
Plenty of love
To go around
There's no firewood or place to burn
So we'll cuddle up now
There's no mistletoe but don't we know
We don't need it anyhow
Oh I am home now
Do you want to
Keep me warm forever
Do you? Cause you do
Keep me warm
In that little back house
Plenty of love
To go around
There's no firewood or place to burn
So we'll cuddle up now
There's no mistletoe but don't we know
We don't need it anyhow
Oh I am home now
In that little back house



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Brock
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