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Oh if this old house could talk,
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What a story it would tell.
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It would tell about the good times,
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And the bad times as well.
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It would tell about the love that lived,
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And died inside these walls.
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And the sound of the little footsteps,
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Runnin' up and down the hall.
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Oh if this old house could talk,
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It would break my heart in two.
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I couldn't stand to be reminded,
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Of all the things we used to do.
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There's no love in this old house no more,
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So I got it up for sale.
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Why if this old house could talk,
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What a story it would tell.
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Oh if this old house could talk,
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I know what it would say.
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I'm as lonesome as you are,
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And I feel more empty every day.
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I even miss the baby,
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Who built me up to feel this way.
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Why if this old house could talk,
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Lord I know what it would say.
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Yeah if this old house could talk,
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What a story it would tell.
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We'll build this home together,
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And with love we drove each nail.
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Take me in your arms and hold me,
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'Cause we've been apart too long.
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Why if this old house could talk,
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All it would say is welcome home.
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This Old House
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| Loretta Lynn |
