With a hammer and a dream, we set out on our way, Building tiny mansions where we can stay. On wheels they roll, through fields and plains, A home in every corner, where love remains.* *Tiny mansions, built with our hands, Rolling down the highways, across this land. Country music playing, as the world goes by, In our tiny mansions, we reach for the sky.* *Each nail we drive, each board we place, Is a labor of love, setting our own pace. We’re builders and dreamers, with a country soul, Turning small spaces into something whole.* *Tiny mansions, built with our hands, Rolling down the highways, across this land. Country music playing, as the world goes by, In our tiny mansions, we reach for the sky.* *Under the stars, with a fire burning bright, We gather ‘round and sing into the night. Our homes may be small, but our hearts are wide, In these tiny mansions, we take pride.* *Tiny mansions, built with our hands, Rolling down the highways, across this land. Country music playing, as the world goes by, In our tiny mansions, we reach for the sky.*
