Randy Travis - My house

My ^Dhouse is no ^D7mansion But it ^Gstill holds my treasures ^DThings that will ^A7never be ^Dsold There's a few things in ^D7this world That ^Gjust can't be measured By ^Dmoney, by ^Asilver and ^Dgold^D7

My ^Ghouse is filled with the things that I love From her ^Dsmile in the mornin' To her soft goodnight ^Ahugs Her ^Dwhisper, her laughter Everything ^C/Ethat ^D/F#she ^Gdoes My ^Ahouse is ^Dfilled with the ^Athings that I ^Dlove^{A D}

This ^Dold bed that we ^D7sleep on Don't ^Ghave satin covers But ^Dit holds some ^A7great ^Dmemories No deco-^D7rations can ^Gmake better lovers In ^Dher arms I ^Afeel like a ^Dking ^D7

And ^Gmy house is filled with the things that I love From her ^Dsmile in the mornin' To her soft goodnight ^Ahugs Her ^Dwhisper, her laughter Everything ^C/Ethat ^D/F#she ^Gdoes My ^Ahouse is ^Dfilled with the ^Athings that l ^Dlove

Yes, ^Gmy ^Ahouse is ^Dfilled with the ^Athings that I ^Dlove