Quaker Hill

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Lyrics as sung in the video

[Verse 1] Everybody has a place that made them… Mine was 58-38 Quaker Hill Road. We didn’t have much… But looking back… We had everything. Eight years old with bare feet running, Morning sun and the roosters calling. Two old houses side by side, Never knew they were shaping my life. Grandpa raised them board by board, Two small homes we could all afford. He passed on before my time, But his hand’s in every nail and line. No running water, old outhouse, Ten of us in that little house. One old couch, the rest hit the floor, Still somehow there was room for more. Grandma’s biddies all around, Love was louder than any sound. We never knew we were living poor… Love was all we’d ever known. [Pre-Chorus] Back then… We never counted dollars… We counted people. [Chorus] We didn’t have money… We had love. Didn’t have fancy… We had enough. If you were hungry… Pull up a chair. If Grandma loved you… You were family there. Looking back… I finally see… Love was the richest thing… She gave to me. [Verse 2] Old tire hanging from a wooden pole, Basketball rim made a homemade goal. That little trailer became our fort, Every day’s another adventure. Jimmy waving from down the lane, Rufus laughing after a hard day’s work. Fohead calling, “Y’all come on,” Like he’d always belonged. Cookouts smoking in the open field, Football dreams of the Super Bowl feel. Front porch stories filled the air, Somebody always brought a folding chair. Car lines rolling slowly down the road, Neighbors stopping just to share the load. But before the night was through… Grandma had us laughing too. [Bridge] Looking back… I finally understand. Jimmy… Rufus… Fohead… They weren’t visitors. They were family. Grandma never had a whole lot… But she always found room. She never preached about love… She lived it. Without even knowing… She was teaching all of us. [Chorus] Now if somebody needs a hand… I reach for mine. If a child needs somebody… I give my time. Now I know… Where my heart was trained. On a little piece of land… Where love had no last name. Mama carried it… Now I do too. One generation… Helping the next one through. The greatest thing… Grandma ever built… Wasn’t those old houses… She built us. [Outro] You can measure land… You can count money… But you can’t measure love. Because every time you give it away… It comes back even bigger. That’s what I learned… On Quaker Hill.

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