Feather-white head of hair

Talkin' like he's outta air

Could see the stories his eyes told

Pushin' 90, still pullin' rows

He pulled up on my new farm

Windows down, hangin' out his arm

Said, "I grew up in that ol' house

Looks like you got it 'bout tore down to the heart pine. "

They don't make 'em like that no more

From the ceiling to the floor

When a 2x4 was really a 2x4

Hand cut from hard times

Lookin' from here, it don't look like much

But lookin' from there, it damn sure was

Daddy prayin' for rain

Momma prayin' for us

On that front porch made of heart pine

"Don't get me wrong, hell, if I was you

I'd tear that old thing down too

It's been way too empty, way too long

'Bout time somebody came along

Brought this old ground back to new

Let it live like it used to

But before you do, would you mind

If I loaded up a little bit of your heart pine? "

They don't make 'em like that no more

From the ceiling to the floor

When a 2x4 was really a 2x4

Hand cut from hard times

Lookin' from here, it don't look like much

But lookin' from there, it damn sure was

Daddy prayin' for rain

Momma prayin' for us

On that front porch made of heart pine

Now there's a new house standin' where the old one did

We're plantin' our roots and raisin' our kids

Bow our heads and say grace at supper time

'Round a table made of that heart pine

They don't make 'em like that no more

From the ceiling to the floor

When a 2x4 was really a 2x4

Hand cut from hard times

Lookin' from here, it don't look like much

But lookin' from there, it damn sure was

Daddy prayin' for rain

Momma prayin' for us

On that front porch made of love

And that heart pine

Yeah, that heart pine

Hey, Mr. Bill. It's nice to meet you

Come on by any time

Sarah makes a good apple pie now