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The Old Home Place 9/10/97By Roger Barnes
Its logs are weather beaten
And the roof's gone from above
But always in my memory
Its rooms were filled with love
Its walls could have used some paper
And its rugs did show some wear
But music filled the hallways
As laughter filled the air
Mom never fixed anything fancy
When in the kitchen she stood
Though there was always plenty
And it was mighty good.
I can smell the breakfast
Cooking in the morning air
Mom would cook anytime day or night
And never seem to care
Daddy always had some things to trade
A gun or watch or knife
It may to some seem kind of dull
But it was not a bad life
They want to restore that old house
So the old way of life many can come and see
It may look like sweat and tears to them
But it will look like home to me |