Old House Blues
bats in the attic
spiders on the floor
nobody stops to see me no more
bugs in the kitchen
termites in the wall
wont be long till the old house fall
radon no worry
pollution no care
wind blows through cleans out the air
possum on the ground
raccoon in the tree
their all in the house sleeping with me
gas line broke
it won't be long
till the end of the house end of the song
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