Jonathan Bell - Hell of a Home Lyrics

Half a mile down a dead end road
There's a worn out gate and a roof with a hole
And about a million other things to fix

For two years we've been living here
There's been laughter there's been tears
But I wouldn't trade a million bucks for this

Seems like these walls are held up
By a thin coat of paint and pictures of us
Sometimes the heat goes out but we hold each other close
Train goes by every five or six hours
In fifteen years, it's halfway ours
It may not be much of a house, but it's one hell of a home

It's coming in to an inch of water
Thanks to an off brand dish washer
And a front door you have to lift when you pull

It's me working days when she's working nights
Dirty clothes and dishes piled high
Our tanks are running empty but our hearts are full

Seems like these walls are held up
By a thin coat of paint and pictures of us
Sometimes the heat goes out but we hold each other close
Train goes by every five or six hours
In fifteen years it's halfway ours
It may not be much of a house, but it's one hell of a home

It's little things in life that matter the most
It's little feet on hardwood and voices screaming daddy's home

Seems like these walls are held up
By a thin coat of paint and pictures of us
Sometimes the heat goes out but we hold each other close
Train goes by every five or six hours
In fifteen years it's halfway ours
It may not be much of a house, but it's one hell of a home