Home

(Alan Jackson)



In a small town down in Georgia

Over forty years ago

Her maden name was Musey

Until she met that Jackson boy.



They married young like folks did then

Not a penny to their name

They believed the one you vowed to love

Should always stay the same.



And on the land his daddy gave him

A foundation underway

For a love to last forever

Or until their dying day.



They built a bond that's strong enough

To stand the test a time

And a place for us to turn to

When our lives were in bind.



And they made their house from a toolshed

Grandaddy rolled out on two logs

And they built walls all around it

And they made that house a home.



And they taught us 'bout good living

And taught us right from wrong

Lord, there'll never be another place

In this world that I'll call home.



--- Instrumental ---



My mama raised five children

Four girls, and there was me

She found her strength in faith of God

And a love of family.



She never had a social life

Home was all she knew

Except the time she took a job

To pay a bill or two.



And my daddy skinned his knuckles

On the cars that he repaired

He never earned much money

But he gave us all he had.



He never made the front page

But he did the best he could

Folks drove the cars from miles around

And let 'em look underneath the hood.



And they made their house from a toolshed

Grandaddy rolled out on two logs

And they built walls all around it

And they made that house a home.



And they taught us 'bout good living

And taught us right from wrong

Lord, there'll never be another place

In this world that I'll call home.



There'll never be another place

In this world that I'll call home...