Sacred Ground - Liz Rose

Building in the pool, tore down the barn

Took out the gas grill, paved the farm

Sacred ground, sacred ground

Sister got married under that tree

Cottonwood tire swings, small town dream

Sacred ground, sacred ground

Yellow brick house down a gravel road

Holes in the roof that never showed

Always seemed like paradise to me, yeah

American flag on a chain-link fence

That kind of love hasn’t been there since

They covered the whole thing up in concrete

Oh, but it’s still sacred ground to me

Sunday chicken to feed six kids

Everybody’s fighting over two drumsticks

I can see it now, sacred ground

Front yard car wash, summer tans

Tilted floors, window fans

Bees flying around that sacred ground

Yellow brick house down a gravel road

Holes in the roof that never showed

Always seemed like paradise to me, yeah

American flag on a chain-link fence

That kind of love hasn’t been there since

They covered the whole thing up in concrete

Oh, but it’s still sacred ground to me

Yellow brick house down a gravel road

It has long been bought and sold

Childhood memory, paradise to me, yeah

Little piece of heaven inside that fence

That kind of love hasn’t been there since

They covered the whole thing up in concrete

Oh, but it’s still sacred ground to me

Sacred ground to me