Kenny & Tammy’s Place
(Acoustic / Story Cut – tightened rhyme)
Verse 1
Little farm house, Cherrywood Road
In the pines of Tennessee
They had three boys in that place
John, Tyler, Drake — then me
Kenny workin’ late again
Tammy watchin’ from the drive
I wasn’t born into that house
But they made sure I was fine
Pre-Chorus
Grandaddy tired, doin’ his best
Carryin’ more than his share
They saw the load he was under
And helped me shoulder it there
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Chorus
Ain’t all blood born in your veins
Some of it opens a door and stays
Didn’t ask what broke me first
Just made me part of the day
They had sons before I showed up
Still made room for one more name
If home’s where you’re taken as you are
That was it
At Kenny & Tammy’s place
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Verse 2
John and Tyler always scrapin’
Drake just laughin’, breakin’ it up
Backroad rides and trouble made
Guns and dust and growin’ up
Fishin’ lines and busted lips
Horses run, rodeo nights
Bull dust scars and sale barn days
Learnin’ how to stand and fight
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Chorus
Ain’t all blood born in your veins
Some of it’s earned in the mess
Scraped-up knuckles, knockdown fights
Still showin’ up nonetheless
I didn’t come from that bloodline
But they never let it show
If brotherhood’s built by stayin’ put
That was it
At Kenny & Tammy’s place
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Verse 3
Then one chair stayed empty
Name we still don’t say out loud
Drake went on before the rest of us
Left a quiet in that house
Grief don’t knock, it just settles in
Changes how a home feels
But love kept movin’ forward
Tryin’ hard to help us heal
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Bridge
Granny’s porch, PB&J
Cold Coke passed around
Paper plates, red dirt boots
Laid down on that ground
Then Harley Ann with borrowed eyes
Little shoes on that floor
Funny how a broken family
Finds somethin’ worth fightin’ for
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Final Chorus
Ain’t all blood born in your veins
Some of it’s chosen and true
They raised their boys, they raised me too
Didn’t matter who came from who
If heaven keeps track of family
It knows what that place meant
We were shaped by open doors
And steady hands
At Kenny & Tammy’s place
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Outro
Little farm house, Cherrywood Road
Still holds us all
Thanks for taking me in,
For sharing all the pain,
For being my boys,
My family,
My friends,
Back then and still today.
Never thought I’d find peace
Every being called son again
But here I stand a man 23
On the phone with John
Hearing em all
Calling me son, brother and friend.
Love ya all I’ll be home soon for good again, and I can’t wait
To be back at
Kenny and Tammy’s place
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