Old House Blues

I bought it cuz I loved it, not that it was smart
Had to MAKE my head stop talking so I could hear my heart
The fireplace, the back stairs, the beauty of its bones
How could I say no when I knew I’d found my home?

The first year was the sweetest, I had so many dreams
That winter by the fireside gave me time to scheme
That awful saggy ceiling was easy to ignore
I could only see the beauty, but that was all before

I got This Old House Blues
This Old House Blues
Anyone who owns one, no matter how enthused
Anyone who has, has had This Old House Blues

Dangerous brick and mortar means the fireplace is gone
And its cozy gas replacement we haven’t settled on
We have artwork hung on sheetrock, to ward off the despair
Of dollars spent that only go below the cellar stairs

The outside wall is listing left – something’s wrong it seems
So we open up the ceiling, see that someone cut the beam
What were those morons thinking, when they went to run that pipe
As we buy lally columns I’m trying not to gripe