THE HOUSE I CALL HOME
Written by Barry P. Foley Copyright © 14 July 2012
Daddy built this house, in 1958 With blood, sweat and tears, 1500 from the bank He worked two jobs to build a place, He knew was his own To give us kids a better life and a house to call home
The house I call home, has a Blue Ridge Mountain view And a garden that helped our family, see the winter through Grandkids and great-grandkids, Mama's was never alone The door was always open, to the house I call home
When I turned 18, the Navy called me away Been 39 years now, almost 40 to the day When I said goodbye, to go out on my own I knew I could always come back, to the house I still call home
The house I call home, It's starting to show its age And Mama's proud of what they did, on factory man's pay Daddy's resting peacefully, Mama's living all alone The door is still open, to the house I call home
TAG: Daddy's up on the hill, Mama's living all alone We're always welcome here, To the house I call home, The house I call home
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