This old house has fared me well
Halfway to paradise, halfway from hell
I got radishes in the garden
But I don't eat them anymore
I prefer a sweet peach or honeymelon
Or something fresh from Steadman's store
I got a piano on the porch
That still rattles out rock 'n' roll
I got a woman in the cellar
Screaming, "Sweet Jesus, save my soul!"
This old house has fared me well
Halfway to paradise, halfway from hell
I got a well out back
But the water has a peculiar stink
All I can offer is Old Pete's moonshine
If you're inclined to want a drink
I got a piano on the porch
Plays real good 'cept it's missing middle C
I got a woman in the cellar
Screaming, "Sweet Jesus, hear my plea!"
This old house has fared me well
Halfway to paradise, halfway from hell
Some days people comes to visit
Some days no one comes at all
Folks are like boats adrift on the prairie sea
And seems like this place ain't no one's port of call
I got a piano on the porch
Full o' downbeat blues for the malcontent
I got a woman in the cellar
Screaming, "Sweet Jesus, I repent!"
This old house has fared me well
Halfway to paradise, halfway from hell
Seems I lived here more than a hundred years
Good times, bad times and some hard to know
Last summer the wife run off with the Fuller Brush man
Only got her back for good about two weeks ago
I got a piano on the porch
Plays a pretty mean ragtime even in a minor key
I got a woman in the cellar
Screaming, "Sweet Jesus, set me free!"
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