Home - Alan Jackson

In a small town down in Georgia over forty years ago

Her maiden name was Musik til she met that Jackson boy

They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name

But they believe the one you vow to love

Should always stay that same

And on the land his daddy gave him, a foundation under way

For a love to last forever or until their dying day

They built a bond that’s strong enough to stand the test of time

And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind

And they made their house from a toolshed

Grandaddy rolled down on two logs

And they builts walls all around it And they made that house a home

They taught us 'bout good living

They taught is right and wrong

Lord there’ll never be another place

In this world I’ll call home

My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me She found her strength with faith in Gof and love of family

She never had a social life, home was all she knew

Except the time she took a job, to play a bill or two

My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired

He never earned much money but he gane us all he had

He never made the front page but he did the best he couold

And folks drove their cars from miles around

To let him look underneath the hood

And they made their house from a toolshed

Grandaddy rolled down on two logs

And they builts walls all around it And they made that house a home

They taught us 'bout good living

They taught is right and wrong

Lord there’ll never be another place

In this world I’ll call home

No there’ll never be another place in this world

That I’ll call home