No Fence around this place
just wide open space
picked a lot on the edge of town
my Uncle built it up from the ground
just a place we can call home
it was the vision that my father owned

Every dollar that I ever made, I got from mowing at my neighbors place
learned to drive a stick in the yard, 14 in my granddads car
almost wrecked into our favorite tree, the one we planted just him and me

When I stop and look around, I can almost here the sound
Dads front porch philosophies, my name from momma calling me
This is the place that I love the most, This is the place that I call home