Verse 1:
I don't own no big estate
No fancy farm with a rod iron gate
Or a mansion with a big ol' pretty view
And i don't own no fancy clothes
My old socks reveal my toes
But that don't keep my love from bein' true
Chorus:
We got holes in our old roof
And it rains all the time
She says, "honey, that's alright"
And holds her hand in mine
And you may think that i ain't rich
Accordin' to this world
Well, buddy, you ain't met my girl
Now, we get by on what we've got
And you may think it ain't a lot
But i know that ain't necessarily true
'cause we get by on lots of love
And blessings sent from up above
And i guess that's enough to get us through
Chorus:
We got holes in our old roof
And it rains all the time
She says, "honey, that's alright"
And holds her hand in mine
And you may think that i ain't rich
Accordin' to this world
Well, buddy, you ain't met my girl
Well, buddy, you ain't met my girl
