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WRITERS:
JAMES NIHAN
DAWN ZURLINDEN
STEVE LESLIE
I GREW UP ON THE EDGE OF TOWN
ON A DUSTY PATCH OF GROUND
WHERE A SUMMER CYCLONE TOUCHING DOWN
COULD HAVE TIPPED THE HOUSE RIGHT OVER
AND CARRIED US AWAY
ANYBODY DRIVING BY
COULD SEE THE PORCH LEAN TO ONE SIDE
A FRONT DOOR ALWAYS OPEN WIDE
AND A BUNCH OF BAREFOOT CHILDREN
WHO REALLY HAD IT MADE
CHORUS
IT WAS A TWO STORY HOUSE
ON THE OUTSIDE WE LOOKED POOR
BUT YOU'DA SEEN A DIFFERENT STORY
IF YOU WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR
THE LOVE WE HAD WAS GOOD AS GOLD
BENEATH THAT ROOF OF TIN
IT WAS A TWO STORY HOUSE
WE WERE LIVING IN
AT THE SUPPER TABLE WE SAID GRACE
AND YOU COULD SEE A SMILE ON EVERY FACE
'CAUSE THERE WAS NOTHING LIKE THE TASTE
OF MAMA'S HOME-MADE BISCUITS
AND A BOWL OF BLACK-EYED PEAS
SHE WOULD KISS US ALL GOODNIGHT
DADDY TUCKED US IN REAL TIGHT
SOMEHOW ALL THE WORLD SEEMED RIGHT
'CAUSE WHEN YOU'VE GOT EACH OTHER
THAT'S ALL YOU REALLY NEED
(REPEAT CHORUS)
TAG
THE LOVE WE HAD WAS GOOD AS GOLD
BENEATH THAT ROOF OF TIN
IT WAS A TWO STORY HOUSE
WE WERE LIVING IN
A TWO STORY HOUSE
I GREW UP ON THE EDGE OF TOWN
ON A DUSTY PATCH OF GROUND
Published by EMI Music Publishing
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