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