The Lil’ House on Lone Star Road
I was the new kid on the block as the lil house took on another load
Twelve kids in all growin' up on Lone Star Road
We had all other families beat and we all were kept neat
Our parent always managed to keep shoes on our feet
This was back in the day when it was simpler times
When you only heard about white collar crimes
Other than that, it was all good in the hood
The area we lived in used to be called The Woods
We lived in a three bedroom house with one washer to take on the loads
But we still managed to live in the house dad built on Lone Star Road
As I remembered, six of twelve were out in the world
Still my brother and I had to share a room with girls
It was all good though, I don’t remember bein' poor
We all slept in beds, so there was no sleepin' on the floor
I think my parents didn’t buy a T.V. as you can see
They entertained themselves when they multiplied four kids by three
The money wasn’t all that good but my parents kept the flow
Our food bank never ever got low
Dad was a truck driver, deliverin' big loads
Sometimes he made deliveries to Lone Star Road
I remember mom takin' in the white folks clothes
The one washer we had stayed on overload
Back on a street called Lone Star Road
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