The House that Daddy Built by Andrew Crawford Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Half a mile off highway 10
A gravel road takes me back again
To the old house daddy built
Mailbox grown up with vines
Grass and weeds reach way up high
To the windowsill
Many years have come and gone
I grew up and moved along
In search of greener hills
How could I have known at seventeen
The grass would never be as green
As it was around the house my daddy built?
[Chorus]
It's where I learned to play and I learned to work
How to make a living in the dirt
How to make a dollar and what it was worth
On a tractor in a field
Just four rooms filled with love
It wasn't much, but it was enough
Growing up in the house my daddy built
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
The front yard, thеre's an old oak tree
Where daddy hung an old tirе swing
When I was eight years old
I hear mama's voice again
It's getting late, boys, come on in
Supper's getting cold
Around the table, we'd say a prayer
Thank the Lord for the family there
And the rain that sometimes fell
Looking back now, I can see
Those four walls meant more to me
That old farm house made out of boards and nails
[Chorus]
It's where I learned to play and I learned to work
How to make a living in the dirt
How to make a dollar and what it was worth
On a tractor in a field
Just four rooms filled with love
It wasn't much, but it was enough
Growing up in the house my daddy built
Half a mile off highway 10
A gravel road takes me back again
To the old house daddy built
Mailbox grown up with vines
Grass and weeds reach way up high
To the windowsill
Many years have come and gone
I grew up and moved along
In search of greener hills
How could I have known at seventeen
The grass would never be as green
As it was around the house my daddy built?
[Chorus]
It's where I learned to play and I learned to work
How to make a living in the dirt
How to make a dollar and what it was worth
On a tractor in a field
Just four rooms filled with love
It wasn't much, but it was enough
Growing up in the house my daddy built
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
The front yard, thеre's an old oak tree
Where daddy hung an old tirе swing
When I was eight years old
I hear mama's voice again
It's getting late, boys, come on in
Supper's getting cold
Around the table, we'd say a prayer
Thank the Lord for the family there
And the rain that sometimes fell
Looking back now, I can see
Those four walls meant more to me
That old farm house made out of boards and nails
[Chorus]
It's where I learned to play and I learned to work
How to make a living in the dirt
How to make a dollar and what it was worth
On a tractor in a field
Just four rooms filled with love
It wasn't much, but it was enough
Growing up in the house my daddy built