Artist/Band:
Lyle Lovett
Lyrics for Song: Step Inside This House
Lyrics for Album: Step Inside This House [1998]
That picture hangin' on the wall was painted by a friend;
He gave it to me all down and out when he owed me ten.
It dudn' look like much I guess, but it's all that's left o' him.
It sure is nice from right over here, when the light's a little dim.
Step inside this house, girl;
I'll sing for you a song.
I'll tell you 'bout just where I've been;
It shouldn't take too long.
I'll show you all the things that I own;
My treasures, you might say.
It couldn' be more than ten dollar's-worth;
It'd brighten up my day.
This book of poems was given me by a girl I used to know.
I guess I read it front to back fifty times, or so.
It's all about the good life, and stayin' at ease with the world.
It's funny how I loved that book and I never loved that girl.
Step inside this house, girl;
I'll sing for you a song.
I'll tell you 'bout just where I've been;
It shouldn't take too long.
I'll show you all the things that I own;
My treasures, you might say.
It couldn' be more than ten dollar's-worth;
It'd brighten up my day.
Now you hold this piece of glass up to the light
that's shinin' through the door.
It's a prism glass, I found it on the road;
Can't you see that tiny rainbow?
It's not really a prism, I guess it just kinda broke a funny way.
I was on my way through Houston, and I was headed for L.A.
Step inside this house, girl;
I'll sing for you a song.
I'll tell you 'bout just where I've been;
It shouldn't take too long.
I'll show you all the things that I own;
My treasures, you might say.
It couldn' be more than ten dollar's-worth;
It'd brighten up my day.
This guitar was given me by old man Thomas Gray.
It's not too much to look at, but I play it every day.
It's been across this country four or five times I guess.
Between me an' ol' man Tom, it never got much rest.
Step inside this house, girl;
I'll sing for you a song.
I'll tell you 'bout just where I've been;
It shouldn't take too long.
I'll show you all the things that I own;
My treasures, you might say.
It couldn' be more than ten dollar's-worth;
It'd brighten up my day.
And that's just about all that I own--all I care to, I guess.
'cept this pair o' boots, maybe, and that funny yellow vest.
And that leather jacket, and that leather bag,
and that hat hangin' on the wall.
Just so it's not too much to carry babe,
Could I see you again next fall?
Step inside this house, girl;
I'll sing for you a song.
I'll tell you 'bout just where I've been;
It shouldn't take too long.
I'll show you all the things that I own;
My treasures, you might say.
Couldn' be more than ten dollar's-worth;
It'd brighten up my day.
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