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My Old Home
Joe Stamm Band
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Rusty chain, hangin on a hoop
Use the backboard son, and follow through
In front of the shed, in a concrete slab
Nineteen eighty-four drawn next to my little hands
You can go back home, but it ain't the same
It's all colors turned to shades of gray
Faded spirits of the memories left behind
Buried in the ashes in the barrel out back
Soaked into the boards of the front porch deck
Cooked into the coils of the kitchen stove
The ghosts of my old home
Kitchen walls, wallpaper hangs
And inside my head the same pattern peels and fades
Along the door, in drawn pencil lines
Three foot seven, June, Nineteen eighty-five
You can go back home, but it ain't the same
It's all colors turned to shades of gray
Faded spirits of the memories left behind
Buried in the ashes in the barrel out back
Soaked into the boards of the front porch deck
Cooked into the coils of the kitchen stove
The ghosts of my old home
Ya grow up wantin to get away
Never givin a thought that maybe someday
You'll wanna come home, but it won't be the same
Cause Mama's gone, and Daddy's in the home
And this old house is a box of bones
That I keep tellin myself, I oughtta sell
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