This House

Lift up on the door
 On the old rusted hinge
 The lock might be fickle, it's always been
 But it's a sweet old place
 To keep our memories in
 This house ain't much of a house, but it's a home
 Empty cans on the counter
 And the laundry's never done
 The dog's tracked-in snow and mud
 For every rose, there's a weed
 But every weed is welcome
 This house ain't much of a house, but it's a home
 The faucet might leak
 The staircase might creak
 The heater takes a while to kick in
 But there's a whole lot of laughter and love
 This house, this house is our home
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 There's a bed upstairs
 If you're ever in town
 Or if you need a place
 To get your feet back on the ground
 There's coffee in the cupboard
 Take any food you want out
 My house, my house is your home
 Tucker's buried in the yard
 Under that old oak we carved
 That porch is where you and I first kissed
 And there's no shortage of laughter or love
 This house, this house is our home
 This house, this house is our home