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Lyricist: Alan Jackson
Lyrics:
In small town down in Georgia, over forty years ago Her maiden name was Musick 'til she met that Jackson boy They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name But they believed the one you vowed to love should always stay the same
And on the land his daddy gave him, a foundation underway For a love to last forever, or until their dying days They built a bond that's strong enough to stand the test of time And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind
And they made their house from a tool shed Granddaddy rolled down on two logs And they built walls all around it And they made that house a home And they taught us about good living They taught us right from wrong Lord, there'll never be another place In this world that I'll call home
My mama raised five children, four girls and there was me She found her strength and faith in God and a love of family She never had a social life, home was all she knew Except the time she took a job to pay a bill or two
My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired He never earned much money, but he gave us all he had He never made the front page, but he did the best he could And folks drove their cars from miles around to let him look underneath the hood
And they made their house from a tool shed Granddaddy rolled down on two logs And they built walls all around it And they made that house a home And they taught us about good living They taught us right from wrong Lord, there'll never be another place In this world that I'll call home
There'll never be another place in this world That I'll call home
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