well i miss the sounds of tennessee and the smell of heavy rain the roses in the garden laugh before the pain but i hear his voice close in my ear i see her smile and wave i blink and while my eyes are closed they both have gone away blue bare room the wood and nails there s nothing left to take but love and years are not for sale in our old house on the lake well i m goin down to new orleans cause we both are sinkin fast and i ll stare into the bourbon moon we ll see how long we last but i hear his voice i follow down the velvet undertow back to the place where i was born back to my southern home blue bare room the wood and nails there s nothing left to take but love and years are not for sale in our old house on the lake in our old house on the lake in our old house