Used to dream about buying that bigger house sitting on top of some hill
Losing sleep about filling my bank account wondering if I ever will
But the older I get I just care less and less ‘bout keeping up with people named Jones
If you don’t fill it up with that you it ain’t ever like home
There’s be high
You chase the rest of life
Greener grass in the next door
Or shined up Chevy than yours
You’re never fill an cup if what you still enough
about happiness I’ve found is
don’t in bigger houses
I can hear the kids footsteps running down the upstairs
I can see the dogs playing in the back through the kitchen window right there
swing on the porch her the sun disappears
would I wanna be else in the world when my whole world sitting right here
