That picture hangin' on the wall
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Was painted by a friend
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He gave it to me all down and out
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When he owed me ten
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Now it doesn't look like much I guess
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But it's all that's left of him
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And it sure is nice from right over here
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When the light's a little dim
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Step inside my house Babe
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I'll sing for you a song
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I'll tell you 'bout where I've been
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It shouldn't take too long
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I'll show you all the things I own
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My treasures you might say
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Couldn't be more'n ten dollars worth
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But they brighten up my day
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Here's a book of poems I got
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From a girl I used to know
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I guess I read it front to back
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Fifty times or so
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It's all about the good life
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And stayin' at ease with the world
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It's funny how I love that book
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And I never loved that girl
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Hold this piece of glass
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Up to the light comin' through the door
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It's a prism glass I found on the road
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Can you see that little rainbow
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Well it's not really a prism I guess
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It just broke in a funny way
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I found it on my way from Texas
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Headed for L.A.
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This guitar was given me
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By old man Thomas Gray
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It's not too much to look at
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But I pick it every day
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It's been across the country
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Four or five times I guess
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Between me and old man Tom
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It never got much rest
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Well that's about all I own
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And all I care to I guess
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Except this pair of boots
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And that funny yellow vest
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And that leather jacket and leather bag
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And hat hangin' on the wall
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Just so it's not too much to carry
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Could I see you again next Fall
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© 1971 Chappel & Co. (ASCAP)
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GUY CLARK SAYS "STEP INSIDE THIS HOUSE"
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IS THE FIRST SONG HE EVER WROTE;
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IT HAD NEVER BEEN RECORDED.
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I LEARNT IT FROM ERIC TAYLOR.
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-- LYLE (from the Step Inside This House CD booklet)
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Below are all the differences I could find
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between Guy Clark's original lyrics
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and the way Lyle sings the song.
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Lyle's changes are in italics.
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Step inside this house girl
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I'll sing for you a song
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I'll tell you 'bout just where I've been
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It shouldn't take too long
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I'll show you all the things that I own
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My treasures you might say
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Couldn't be more than ten dollars worth
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They brighten up my day
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This book of poems was given me
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By a girl I used to know
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I guess I read it front to back
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Fifty times or so
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Now you hold this piece of glass
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Up to the light that's shinin' through the door
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It's a prism glass I found it on the road
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Can't you see that tiny rainbow
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It's not really a prism I guess
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It just kinda broke a funny way
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I was on my way through Houston
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And I was headed for L.A.
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This guitar was given me
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By old man Thomas Gray
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It's not too much to look at
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But I play it every day
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Well that's just about all I own
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And All I care to I guess
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Except this pair of boots maybe
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And that funny yellow vest
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And that leather jacket and that leather bag
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And that hat hangin' on the wall
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Just so it's not too much to carry babe
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Could I see you again next fall
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Step Inside This House (Step Inside My House)
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| Lyle Lovett |
