This ole house once I knew my children this ole house once I knew my wife
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This ole house was joy and comfort as we fought the storms of life
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This ole house once rang with laughter this ole house heard many a shouts
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Now she trembles in the darkness when the lightning walks about
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I ain't a gonna need this house no longer ain't a gonna need this house no more
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Ain't got time to fix the shingles ain't got time to fix the floor
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Ain't got time to oil the hinges nor to mingle the window panes
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I ain't gonna need this house no longer I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
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This ole house is a gettin' shaky this ole house is a gettin' old
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This ole house stands in the rain this ole house stands in the cold
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Oh my knees are gettin' chilly but I feel no fear or pain
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Cause I can see an angel peekin' through a broken window pane
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I ain't a gonna need this house no longer...
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This ole house is afraid of thunder this ole house is afraid of storms
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This ole house just groans and trembles when the night come flings his arms
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This ole house is a gettin' feeble this ole house is a needin' paint
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Just like me it's tuckered out but I'm gonna get ready to meet the saints
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I ain't a gonna need this house no longer...
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I ain't gonna need this house no longer I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints
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This Ole House
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| Johnny Tillotson |
