Just an old house with stories of its own
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Takes me back to days gone by
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The colors have faded and the steps are made of stone
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An aging friend against the sky
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When I was a boy I grew to love this land
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And the house my granddaddy's hands had made
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The walls have held stury through every kind of wind
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'Cause everyhing he made he made that way
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Under one roof where the fires of love were burned
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And broken hearts were mended, too
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Under one roof many lessons have been learned
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And simple dreams could still come true
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Now I've been gone for far too long it seems
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But I always knew that I'd come back someday
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And now my life is one to share with you
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We can build this love in a country way
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Under one roof, where the fires of love are burning,
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And broken hearts are mended, too
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Under one roof many lessons to be learned
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And simple dreams can still come true
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Like the man who built the house long ago
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His children's children will continue to grow
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With hopes and dreams that we all could be
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Brothers and sisters in one family and live...
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Under one roof, where the fires of love are burning
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And broken hearts will be mended, too
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Under one roof many lessons will be learned
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And simple dreams can still come true
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There's a place in this world for me and you
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Where simple dreams can still come true
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Under One Roof
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| Bill Miller |
