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Home is where our story begins
Pa worked at the factory
Ma made jam and took care of the garden
Worked hard to keep the American Dream

Times got hard, Pa lost his job
Money wasn't comin' our way
Bank's knockin on the door, like a mob
Kickin us out, but we'll always know

God don't make mistakes
He ain't the kind to leave you alone
He'll give you fire and food on your plate
It's His gift to give

Pa and Ma was just tryin to provide
Bank understood these were terrible times
On our knees, our tears couldn't hide
We always knew He is always there