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Standing in Stone

There's a house on a corner in an old Texas town
People pass by and they never look around
We take things for granted, we're livin' so well.
But oh, what a story that old house could tell.

Over the ocean, guided by faith
A young German family came to this place
With hope and a dream and damn little else
If the good lord was willing they'd build a house.

and the rocks in the walls were gathered by hand
from a hardscrabble field when they cleared off the land
and the pieces of limestone chiseled with steel
hauled here in wagons, carved from the hills
and the bricks they brought up from ol' San Antone
the people and times they're long since gone
but the house is their story standing in stone.

There were days they swore it'd all been in vain
Outlaws and Indians and too little rain
The harder the times, the harder they'd pray
The good lord would give more than he'd take away.

and the rocks in the walls were gathered by hand
from a hardscrabble field when they cleared off the land
and the pieces of limestone chiseled with steel
hauled here in wagons, carved from the hills
and the bricks they brought up from ol' San Antone
the people and times (are) all long since gone
but the house is their story standing in stone.

still you can see how the house used to be
one room ain't much house at all
but the times they got better
and the house it got bigger
it's six rooms, a front porch, and two stories tall

and the rocks in the walls were gathered by hand
from a hardscrabble field when they cleared off the land
and the pieces of limestone chiseled with steel
hauled here in wagons, carved from the hills
and the bricks they brought up from ol' San Antone
the people and times (are) all long since gone
but the house is their story standing in stone.