I know they say...you can't go home again...
I just had to come back one last time...
Ma'am I know...you don't know me from Adam...
But these handprints on the front steps are mine...
Up those stairs...in that little back bedroom...
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play...guitar...
And I bet you didn't know...under that live oak...
My favorite dog is buried in the yard...
From the house that...builttt...me...
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years...
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines...
Plans were drawn...concrete poured...
And nail by nail and board by board...
Daddy gave life to mama's dream...
From the house that...built me...
You leave home...you move on and you do the best you can...
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am...
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave...
From the house that built me...