That Little House (Remix)

[Verse 1] We moved in with a mattress and a coffee can of change Two chairs beside the window, one lamp with a crooked shade The hallway leaned toward morning, the screen door sang all day I never called it fancy, but I knew I'd found my place [Pre-Chorus] The county road ran past it like it had somewhere to go But I could turn that handle and hear the whole world say hello [Chorus] Bare feet chasing what they could see Down the red-dirt path and through the weeds Sunburned cheeks and a scraped-up face Every worn board still knows my name I learned the sky from that porch roof I learned the ground would hold me too That little house held all my weather Every storm and every summer together [Verse 2] The kitchen window wouldn't close, so we stuffed it with a towel Rain came through when the cold wind rose and dripped beside the stove We patched the roof with a rusted sheet, nailed loose boards beneath our feet The old stove took forever, and the pipes took even more But we laughed at the things we couldn't fix Made a supper out of almost nothing, called it rich [Chorus] Bare feet chasing what they could see Down the red-dirt path and through the weeds Sunburned cheeks and a scraped-up face Every worn board still knows my name We had less than folks imagined Still, we had a life that happened That little house held all my weather Every storm and every summer together [Bridge] Some days climbed, some days fell Some doors closed, some stories changed as well What looked like little from the county road Gave us room to lose and mend and grow And when I left with more road ahead I carried what that house made strong instead [Final Chorus] Bare feet chasing what they could see Learning what the world could mean Sunburned cheeks and a scraped-up face Still find a piece of it in my face Now I slow my wheels when I pass that way For the quiet work and the borrowed tears For every hand that held me together That little house held all my weather Every storm and every summer together [Outro] It still leans toward morning, paint worn thin and gray The screen door sings a little when the wind comes through that way Just a key in my hand and a place of my own No, it wasn't much to look at from the county road alone But it felt like mine, and that was all