Letras
A rustic two-story at the end of a gravel drive
U-Haul backed to the front steps, now empty inside
Cardboard boxes we ain't unpacked
Fresh coat of paint that ain't dry yet
A whole lot of stuff that we still gotta get
Won't be hard to call it a home
Three generations made it their own
Live, Love, and laughing, filling up the halls
Pencil marks moving up a kitchen wall
Stood strong, through every kinda season
Looked on, people growing up and leaving
No better place to start brand new now
Than in this hand-me-down house
These bones go all the way back to 1945
And while the world kept changing
They stood the test of time
Grandfather clock still ticks away
Red cedar stairs squeak every day
For us, that's the sound of a brand-new start
Won't be hard to call it a home
Three generations made it their own
Live, Love, and laughing, filling up the halls
Pencil marks moving up a kitchen wall
Stood strong, through every kinda season
Looked on, people growing up and leaving
No better place to start brand new now
Than in this hand-me-down house
Lot of memories came before
Now it's our turn to add some more
Won't be hard to call it a home
Three generations made it their own
Live, Love, and laughing, filling up the halls
Pencil marks moving up a kitchen wall
Stood stron, through every kinda season
Looked on, people growing up and leaving
No better place to start brand new now
Than in this hand-me-down house
In this hand-me-down house