| In this house we’ve got pictures down the halls |
| We’ve got markings on the walls |
| Of what a year can do, how much you grew |
| We have some rules |
| In this house, we pray before we eat |
| Say I love you before we sleep |
| And watch football after Sunday service |
| It’s more than bricks and bones yeah |
| With a wrap around porch yeah |
| Behind that front door’s where it all started |
| In this house we live in, we all give forgiveness |
| Try our best but we still fall sometimes yeah |
| No it ain’t always sunshine, but it’s a beautiful ride |
| Got a million memories only you can find yeah |
| On a quarter acre corner lot, ain’t gotta knock the door’s unlocked |
| No there ain’t no place like home |
| In this house |
| Oh in this house |
| In this house, these hardwoods love to talk |
| They all creak when you walk |
| And that kitchen table’s still tough and able |
| Two feet is all |
| In this house, we live by country music |
| We might fight but we get through it |
| All I’m saying is we’re strong as that foundation |
| In this house we live in, we all give forgiveness |
| Try our best but we still fall sometimes yeah |
| No it ain’t always sunshine, but it’s a beautiful ride |
| Got a million memories only you can find yeah |
| On a quarter acre corner lot, ain’t gotta knock the door’s unlocked |
| No there ain’t no place like home |
| In this house |
| Oh in this house |
| It’s more than bricks and bones yeah |
| With a wrap around porch yeah |
| Behind that front door’s where it all started |
| In this house we live in, we all give forgiveness |
| Try our best but we still fall sometimes yeah |
| No it ain’t always sunshine, but it’s a beautiful ride |
| Got a million memories only you can find yeah |
| On a quarter acre corner lot, ain’t gotta knock the door’s unlocked |
| No there ain’t no place like home |
| In this house |