And they made their house from a tool shed Grandaddy rolled down on two logs And they built walls all around it And they made that house a home They taught us 'bout good living They taught is right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it's like I'm someone else, Won't take nothing but a memory If I could just come in I swear I'll leave. From the house that built me. I thought that