I was once a stately mansion, background civil war tank
Hard times they have fallen on me, now I am past my prime
That day the owner left the war, seemed as if my world was reeling
Yes, I would have lost, though Lord knows she tried
And soon my paint was cracked and peeling, now my boards are bare and who's to care
My yard is overgrown, my roof is bowed
To the children I'm haunted, to myself I'm tired
I'm just an old wood house down the road
Now my boards are bare and who's to care
My yard is overgrown, my roof is bowed
To the children I'm haunted, to myself I'm tired
I'm just an old wood house down the road
I'm just an old wood house down the road
