Treehouse
There's a place behind your house
Lord it must be magic
Cuz it always seems to bring me back to you
All the times I was a young boy
With your finger in my hand
Everything you were to me is everything I am
Well mommy wasn't right
But I know she wasn't wrong
The hammer and the nails have kept me home
Yes I've fallen from your ways
But that's not who I am
This man you see before you was made from these two hands
Was made from these two hands
Didn't build this for me
Didn't build this for you
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
And the innocence come true
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
My treehouse
Now momma don't you give up
Don't give up on me
If I don't turn out the man you thought I'd be
I can tell a thousand stories
I could write a million songs
But I can't find anything
Nothing else to bring me home
Now I wake up in the morning
And I live another life
It's hard to look back through tired eyes
Yes I go on day by day
With these old and dirty hand
But I still got that piece of me that makes me who I am
Oh that makes me who I am
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
My treehouse
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
And the innocence come true
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
In my treehouse
Lord it must be magic
Cuz it always seems to bring me back to you
All the times I was a young boy
With your finger in my hand
Everything you were to me is everything I am
Well mommy wasn't right
But I know she wasn't wrong
The hammer and the nails have kept me home
Yes I've fallen from your ways
But that's not who I am
This man you see before you was made from these two hands
Was made from these two hands
Didn't build this for me
Didn't build this for you
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
And the innocence come true
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
My treehouse
Now momma don't you give up
Don't give up on me
If I don't turn out the man you thought I'd be
I can tell a thousand stories
I could write a million songs
But I can't find anything
Nothing else to bring me home
Now I wake up in the morning
And I live another life
It's hard to look back through tired eyes
Yes I go on day by day
With these old and dirty hand
But I still got that piece of me that makes me who I am
Oh that makes me who I am
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
My treehouse
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
And the innocence come true
In my treehouse
My treehouse
It's for all the memories we dare to keep
In my treehouse
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Brown
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