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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