(AND A WORLD LIT BY FIRE)
MARCUS HUMMON
This ol' house is a hundred years old
Got a ghost in the attic
And a cellar full of coal
Older than the tree
Except for the hackberry
She's been around since the time
Of the cherokee
This old house is a hundred years old
Seen babies born
Grow and fall
All within its walls
Watergate, civil rights
A couple world wars
A world lit by fire (candlelight)
And the first motor cars
Seen the drought '42
The chill of '29
The fire of '63
And the flood of '89
Now they're gonna tear it down
And build a shopping mall
With sixteen movies
And a video game hall
CHORUS:
And i'm about as mad
As a man can be
I'm about as angry as the cherokee
Where a hundred years ago
Forced to leave town
To make room for me (folks like me)
And this old house
Gone are the lodges of the cherokee
The wood smoke don't burn along the tennessee
Songs disappear, dancers lose their steps
The prayers of a people are just things we forget
In twenty years, or so
Not a soul will remember
The (a) creaking cedar swing
And the porch of pine timber
(and) we will tell the story
But the children will tire
To hear of an old house
And a world lit by fire
CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING,INC./FLOYD'S DREAM MUSIC(BMI)