House On The Lake

Well, I miss the sounds of
TennesseeAnd the smell of heavy rain
The roses in the garden
Laugh before the pain
But I hear his voice close in my ear
I see her smile and wave
I blink and while my eyes are closed
They both have gone away
Blue bare room, the wood and nails
There's nothing left to take
But love and years are not for sale
In our old house on the lake
Well, I'm going down to
New Orleans'
Cause we both are sinking fast
And I'll stare into the
Bourbon moon
We'll see how long we last
But I hear his voice
I follow down the velvet undertow
Back to the place where
I was born
Back to my southern home
Blue bare room, the wood and nails
There's nothing left to take
But love and years are not for sale
In our old house on the lake
In our old house on the lake
In our old house