Back In The House I Grew Up In

I remember TV playing after school

Mom in the kitchen making supper like she’d do

Back then those days just seemed to roll along I never knew

someday I’d miss them when they’re gone That school bus would drop

me off down the road

And I’d head for the packing house before I went home

Apples rolling by, boxes stacked against the wall

I didn’t know I was making memories at all

Funny how the days you hardly noticed then

Are the ones you’d give anything to live again

I’m back in the house I grew up in

Same old walls, but a different man

Funny how you spend your whole life leaving

Just to wind up where it all began Every room takes me

somewhere I’ve been To a life I never knew I’d miss back

then I thought coming back meant going back again But I found

myself

In the house I grew up in

I drove that tractor while they loaded up the crates

Watched the cider running fresh out of the press We made apple

baskets, stacked ’em by the wall

Then hauled those apples to the local markets every fall

I got old enough to work instead of watch

Turning wrenches on the tractors in the shop And when the work

was done I’d fire that three-wheeler up And ride

every row and back road on that farm

I couldn’t wait

to grow up and find my way

Now I look back

and miss those simpler days

I’m back in the house I grew up in

Same old walls, but a different man

Funny how you spend your whole life leaving

Just to wind up where it all began Every room takes me

somewhere I’ve been To a life I never knew I’d miss back

then I thought coming back meant going back again But I found

myself

In the house I grew up in

The bills kept coming faster than we could catch up We worked

that land, but it still wasn’t enough

A hundred thirty acres changed hands in the end But ten acres

and this old house stayed with us The orchards and the vineyard

rows went with the land A whole piece of our history changed

hands We couldn’t keep it all,

no matter how we tried But the house I grew up in

stayed by our side

Dad was always the one who knew what to do If something

broke, somehow he’d see us through I watched those hands keep everything

running right

Never thinking there would come another side of life Now I’m the

one doing the heavier things Taking care of what another

season brings And sometimes I look at him and understand The one

who left here came back a different man

I used to think home was a place you left behind Somewhere

in the rearview while you chased another life But after all the

places and the years between I finally know what this old place

means We couldn’t keep every acre that we knew But the heart

of it was something we held onto Ten acres,

one old house, and everything within Waiting all these years For me

to come back again

I’m back in the house I grew up in

Same old walls, but a different man A hundred thirty acres may

be gone But this old house is where I still belong

It’s Mom in the kitchen,

it’s Dad, it’s the farm

Apple crates and cider and grease on my arms It’s tractor tires

turning and that three-wheeler running wild It’s everything that shaped me Into

who I am today Yeah,

after all these years I’m home again

Back in the house I grew up in

I couldn’t wait to leave it then

Funny how good it feels To be home again