I was once a stately mansion, background civil war tankHard times they have fallen on me, now I am past my primeThat day the owner left the war, seemed as if my world was reelingYes, I would have lost, though Lord knows she triedAnd soon my paint was cracked and peeling, now my boards are bare and who's to careMy yard is overgrown, my roof is bowedTo the children I'm haunted, to myself I'm tiredI'm just an old wood house down the roadNow my boards are bare and who's to careMy yard is overgrown, my roof is bowedTo the children I'm haunted, to myself I'm tiredI'm just an old wood house down the roadI'm just an old wood house down the road
