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There’s a
big house up high on stilts.
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There’s
one in every Isthmian town.
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The wood
has termites and screens are torn.
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The whole
thing looks like it’s coming down.
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No, it
wasn’t too long ago. There was a family up there you see
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And something happened to make them leave.
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they took a piece of you and they took
a piece of me, yeah.
This old house has stories, I
know you’d understand
Standing here in the yard, no it ain’t
that hard to imagine.
Little girl racing flowers in a concrete ditch
Little boy playing soldier on the Jungle’s edge
All the Ant Hills are charred, oh it ain’t
that hard to imagine.
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Daddy
said it was time to go
“Pack the
things that you love the most.”
She
turned her head and looked into his face
And said,
“I can’t fit this house into this little suit case”
(They say) Looking backwards is easy.
Twenty-twenty
is how you’ll see.
The tears
in my eyes make it blurry to me.
This old house has stories, I
know you’d understand
Standing here in the yard, no it ain’t
that hard to imagine.
All the kids taking showers under the big rain spout
Got red
clay on their clothes that will never come out
Dripping wet on the floor, streaks of mud on the door,
just imagine.
Playing catch in the street with callused feet
All the kids in the field, yeah, it’s flooded to your
knees
Pile of mangos in the yard, no it ain’t
that hard to imagine.
Down the Dry Season hills on a cardboard box
Mom and Dad throwing a party for the entire Block
And the Christmas trees are stashed out in the yard, just
imagine.
This old house has stories, I
know you’d understand
Out in the yard, oh it ain’t
that hard to imagine.
This old house has stories, I
know you’d understand
Out in the yard, no it ain’t
that hard to imagine.
This old house has stories, I know you’d understand
Looking backwards is easy, I know you’d understand
This old house has stories.