Homestead Mansion (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6552)
Old tin cans for flower pots, burlap sacks for rugs
Overalls and calico, lives of lowly mugs
But good land is our homestead and we’re livin’ free
There ain’t no landlord here to tell us what to be
Small rickety log shack, tar papered all in black
Now, the old chimney points south from the cold north wind
The windows are few but the curtains are all blue
In my view it’s a homestead mansion since back when
(instrumental)
Small rickety log shack, tar papered all in black
Now, the old chimney points south from the cold north wind
The windows are few but the curtains are all blue
In my view it’s a homestead mansion since back when
Our little homestead shack, there’s a lot that it lacks
But yet it still has the knack to look so home-like
Both our hands built it and now we both fit in it
Our homestead mansion will have to do for us two
Our homestead mansion is home sweet home for us two
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