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From the cement blocks of this old broken down house
To the yellow light on the front porch
From the screws underneath that Sheetrock you painted
To the hole I punched in that two by four
That home grown tomato in your fridge
That twenty gauge pump in your closet
That ten acre field with nothing but hay
Thought I shot a buck and I lost it

In that Little farm house with a settin' sun
Black Chevrolet truck in the drive
You could see that man that drove grandma crazy
Held his hand when he died
He wasn't rich and he wasn't poor and if you didn't have enough he'd give you some more and I'd give anything if I could walk through that door
One last time to that home that wasn't my home but it was mine

That gravel rock would sling up from the tires down that driveway at twenty miles an hour
Round a curve at the gate right past the barn
You could see my grandads farm
That hammer and a nail and red clay brick
Supper on a stove not a minute past six
All those sticks and stones and late night talks man I wish I could call that phone

In that Little farm house with a settin' sun
Black Chevrolet truck in the drive
You could see that man that drove grandma crazy
Held his hand when he died
He wasn't rich and he wasn't poor and if you didn't have enough he'd give you some more and I'd give anything if I could walk through that door
One last time to that home that wasn't my home but it was mine

That little farm house with a settin' sun my Chevrolet truck in the drive
I still see that man that drove my grandma crazy held his hand when he died
I'm not rich and I'm not poor and if you ain't got enough I'll give you some more and I'd give anything if he could walk through that door one last time to that home that Wasn't my home but now it's mine

Now it's mine