George Jones & Tammy Wynette - Two Story House Lyrics

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Two Story House

Two Story House Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Two Story House By George Jones & Tammy Wynette?
We always wanted a big two story house
Back when we lived in that little two room shack We wanted fame and fortune And we'd live life the way the rich folks do We knew some how we'd make it, together me and you With dreams and hopes of things to come We worked and never stopped Not much time for you and me We had to reach the top We bought that big two story house And soon became the envy of the town With all our work behind us We'd finally settled down Now we live (yes we live) in a two story house Whoa, what splendor But there's no love about I've got my story And I've got mine, too How sad it is, we now live, in a two story house The house is filled with rare antiques There's marble on the floor Beauty all around us Like we've never seen before There's chandeliers in every room Imported silks and satin all about We filled the house with everything But somehow left love out Now we live (yes we live) in a two story house Oh what splendor But there's no love about I've got my story And I've got mine, too How sad it is, we now live, in a two story house How sad it is, we now live, in a two story house |
Who Wrote Two Story House By George Jones & Tammy Wynette?
Dave Lindsey, Glenn Tubb, Tammy Wynette
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What's The Duration Of The Two Story House By George Jones & Tammy Wynette?The duration of Two Story House is 2:41 minutes and seconds. |
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