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Just an Old House

There is an old house at the edge of town.
Heard some men from the city been talking' and they're gonna tear it down.
See, there's money to be made here and this town's gotta grow.
I ain't sayin' they're wrong but I 'm sayin' there's things they don't know.

Chorus
A baby's been born here, an old man laid to rest.
First kisses on a front porch, and kids in their Sunday best,
Angry words forgiven here, and hands held tight in grace.
Just an old house… and a holy place.

Now there is a heart carved in a live oak tree.
It's a sign of the times and the lives and the way things used to be.
It's there by the old house, soon won't be much more,
They will tear them down, but will they know what they stood for?

Chorus
A baby's been born here, an old man laid to rest.
First kisses on a front porch, and kids in their Sunday best,
Angry words forgiven here, and hands held tight in grace.
Just an old house… and a holy place.

Bridge
Now hope and faith in the shadow of doubt
stood upon this ground, and bless this house.

Chorus
A baby's been born here, an old man laid to rest.
First kisses on a front porch, and kids in their Sunday best,
Angry words forgiven here, and hands held tight in grace.
Just an old house… and a holy place.

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