Small House – ballad

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SMALL HOUSE
Writer: Richard Aberdeen ASCAP
Publisher: Freedom Tracks Music ASCAP

Sitting on a rusty patch of land
You could count the rooms on one hand
Just a small house, we called home, we called home, we called home
Just a small house we called home, home

There were sisters, there were brothers
A hard-working father and loving mother
In this small house, we called home, we called home, we called home
Just a small house we called home, home

There were good times, there was laughter
And the kinda love we're all after
And I rarely felt alone in that small house we called home
Just a small house we called home, home

Sitting on a rusty patch of land
You could count the rooms on one hand
Maybe we could'da used a little more
But we had no idea we were poor
In a small house we called home, we called home, we called home
Just a small house we called home, home


Copyright by Richard Aberdeen (ASCAP)
Copyright by Freedom Tracks Music (ASCAP)
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