(Alan Jackson)      In a small town down in Georgia   Over forty years ago   Her maden name was Musey   Until she met that Jackson boy.      They married young like folks did then   Not a penny to their name   They believed the one you vowed to love   Should always stay the same.      And on the land his daddy gave him   A foundation underway   For a love to last forever   Or until their dying day.      They built a bond that's strong enough   To stand the test a time   And a place for us to turn to   When our lives were in bind.      And they made their house from a toolshed   Grandaddy rolled out on two logs   And they built walls all around it   And they made that house a home.      And they taught us 'bout good living   And taught us right from wrong   Lord, there'll never be another place   In this world that I'll call home.      --- Instrumental ---      My mama raised five children   Four girls, and there was me   She found her strength in faith of God   And a love of family.      She never had a social life   Home was all she knew   Except the time she took a job   To pay a bill or two.      And my daddy skinned his knuckles   On the cars that he repaired   He never earned much money   But he gave us all he had.      He never made the front page   But he did the best he could   Folks drove the cars from miles around   And let 'em look underneath the hood.      And they made their house from a toolshed   Grandaddy rolled out on two logs   And they built walls all around it   And they made that house a home.      And they taught us 'bout good living   And taught us right from wrong   Lord, there'll never be another place   In this world that I'll call home.      There'll never be another place   In this world that I'll call home...