The Shack

When I grew up my family lived in a shack
 Mum and Dad and my brother and sister and me all in a one room shack
 We didn't care about material things we lacked
 There was lots of love in that tiny shack
 Where I grew up we caught our water in a tank
 We heated it in an old copper on a 44 gallon drum with a fire inside
 And on cold winter nights we'd sit around
 warming our hands as the flames crackled and hissed
 We didn't have any television you see
 No telephone, no electricity
 We had to occupy ourselves in other
 ways Reading, writing, conversation
 There were stories told and jokes cracked
 We didn't want for anything - we had it all
 Love and laughter filled that tiny shack
 And then one day I found an old guitar
 tucked away in the corner of the shack
 And that first note I plucked was the sweetest sound I'd ever heard
 Even though the strings were old and black
 So I taught myself how to play that old guitar
 And my life was changed forever - no turning back
 Love, laughter, and now music filled our shack
 That one room shack,
 the council could have condemned it as a place not fit to live
 "A one room shack with no modern conveniences" they could have said
 "That's no place to raise your kids"
 But if they ever tried to do it I would have told them a thing or two
 'Cause that one room shack with no modern conveniences was the finest
 home I knew And sure there were things
 that we missed out on by not living in the town
 But the townsfolk missed out too
 'Cause out here with no distractions around
 The important things get through.