Home – Alan JacksonBy In small town down in GeorgiaOver 40 years agoHer maiden name was MusikUntil she met that Jackson boyThey married young like folks did thenNot a penny to their nameThey believed the one you vowed to loveShould always stay the sameAnd on the land his daddy gave himA foundation underwayFor a love to last foreverOr until their dying dayThey built a bond that’s strong enoughTo stand the test a timeAnd a place for us to turn toWhen our lives were in bindAnd they made their house from a tool shedGrandaddy rolled out on two logsAnd they built walls all around itAnd they made that house a homeAnd they taught us ’bout good livingAnd taught us right from wrongLord, there’ll never be another placeIn this world that I’ll call homeMy mama raised five childrenFour girls, and there was meShe found her strength in faith of GodAnd a love of familyShe never had a social lifeHome was all she knewExcept the time she took a jobTo pay a bill or twoAnd my daddy skinned his knucklesOn the cars that he repairedHe never earned much moneyBut he gave us all he hadHe never made the front pageBut he did the best he couldFolks drove the cars from miles aroundAnd let ’em look underneath the hoodAnd they made their house from a tool shedGrandaddy rolled out on two logsAnd they built walls all around itAnd they made that house a homeAnd they taught us ’bout good livingAnd taught us right from wrongLord, there’ll never be another placeIn this world that I’ll call homeThere’ll never be another placeIn this world that I’ll call home www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20