House On The Lake

Well I miss the sounds of Tennessee

and the smell of heavy rain

the roses in the garden

the life before the pain



But I hear his voice close in my ear

I see her smile and wave

I blink and while my eyes are closed

they both have gone away



Blue bedroom, wood and nails

now there's nothing left to take

but love and years are not for sale

in our old house on the lake



Well I'm going down to New Orleans

cause we both are sinking fast

and I'll stare into a bourbon moon

and see how long we last



But I hear his voice, I follow down

the velvet undertow

back to the place where I was born

back to my Southern home



Blue bedroom, wood and nails

now there's nothing left to take

but love and years are not for sale

in our old house on the lake

in our old house on the lake

in our old house