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In a small town down in |
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Georgia over forty years ago |
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Her maiden name was |
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Musik till she met that |
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Jackson boy |
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They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name |
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They believe the one you vow to love should always stay the same |
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And on the land his daddy gave him, a foundation under way |
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For a love to last forever or until their dying day |
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They built a bond that's strong enough to stand the test of time |
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And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind |
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And they made their house from a tool shed |
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Granddaddy rolled down on two logs |
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And they built walls all around it |
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And they made that house a home |
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And they taught us 'bout good living |
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They taught us right and wrong |
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Lord there'll never be another place |
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In this world |
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I'll call home |
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My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me |
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She found her strength with faith in |
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God and love of family |
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She never had a social life, home was all she knew |
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Except the time she took a job, to pay a bill or two |
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My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired |
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He never earned much money but he gave us all he had |
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He never made the front page but he did the best he could |
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And folks drove their cars from miles around |
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To let him look underneath the hood |
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And they made their house from a tool shed |
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Granddaddy rolled down on two logs |
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And they built walls all around it |
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And they made that house a home |
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And they taught us 'bout good living |
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They taught us right and wrong |
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Lord there'll never be another place |
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In this world |
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I'll call home |
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No there'll never be another place |
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In this world that |
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I'll call home |
