A little white house, on a corner lot. Grandma's flowers brighten up her walk. That was my favorite place to be, That old house, with my Poppa next to me. Getting old, the floorboards are creakin', Rusty pipes are always leakin', Montana's been hard on this old place, Montana's been rough on his old face.   Young cowboy and his best friend, Ridin down the road I thought would never end Grandma called me up today, Quite in her voice, I barely heard her say, "Its time you moved out and found a new place. Without your grandpa here, This old house is just too hard to face."
	Grandma says this house feels cold, Just like Poppa it was bound to grow old. Montana's been hard on this old place. Montana's been rough on his old face. Young cowboy and his best friend, Ridin down the road I thought would never end Grandma called me up today. Quite in her voice, I barley heard her say, "Its time you moved out and found a new place. Without your Grandpa here This old house is just too hard to face." Listen to stories I head him tell, Livin' that good life and working like hell Ridin' Okilawa down that long dusty trail...
Written by Paul Lerman Vocals by Tracy Barton Guitar by Buster Newberry And Country Company	Windows Media Player