Humble Home by Katie Rose Wickman Lyrics

Fart
I’ll tell you about
This place I call home
It’s where my grandma
Tells me “why have you grown”
I bake with my mom
And I fish with my dad
I fight with my brother
And it makes both of them mad

It’s where I learned
To be my own
God bless this
Humble home

The angels look after us
As their own
God bless this
Humble home
God bless this
Humble home
I wake up in the morning
And I look out at the lake
It’s so beautiful
It’s more than I can take
Great grandmas roses
And the white swing too
Camp fire guitars on summer days
With skies so blue

It’s where I learned
To be my own
God bless this
Humble home

The angels look after us
Like their own
God bless this humble home
God bless this humble home