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