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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up to thunder in the quiet
Wind howlin’ like a wounded hound
That old cedar groaned out by the fence line
Then the whole damn world came down
Glass on the quilts your mama stitched
Rain on the stair I carved at twenty-three
Half a roof in the neighbor’s pasture
Half my life lyin’ in the street
[Chorus]
Now there’s just half a house and a cedar tree
Splittin’ right through the middle of my memories
Every nail, every board, every night we slept here free
I built this place with my two hands
Now I’m standin’ in the doorway where the kitchen used to be
Talkin’ to half a house
And that cedar tree
[Verse 2]
Here’s the line where the table used to wobble
Over there’s where we marked the kids’ small names
Found our first-grade pencil scratches
Under broken picture frames
There’s your laugh caught in the busted rafters
There’s my sweat in every crooked beam
Funny how a fallen piece of timber
Can cut a man right out of his own dream
[Chorus]
Now there’s just half a house and a cedar tree
Splittin’ right through the middle of my memories
Every nail, every board, every night we slept here free
I built this place with my two hands
Now I’m standin’ in the hallway where our bed used to be
Talkin’ to half a house
And that cedar tree
[Bridge]
Folks say, “Wood’s just wood, walls are only walls”
But they never heard the way these floors
Used to answer when you’d call
So I’ll sweep up what I can save
Fold the years in a cardboard box
Leave the rest with the roots and the rain
Let the storm have what it already took
[Chorus]
Now there’s just half a house and a cedar tree
Shadow layin’ long across what’s left of me
Every nail, every board, still holdin’ family
I built this place with my two hands
Guess the years did the rest, quiet as can be
Now it’s me and half a house
And that cedar tree
Details
GeneratedMar 13, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Dusty, slow-burn country ballad, male vocals. Intimate brushes-on-snare groove, soft upright bass, and fingerpicked acoustic guitar carrying the verses. Fiddle swells and weeping pedal steel bloom in the chorus, with a gentle organ pad underlining the nostalgia. Vocal sits warm and close, with a cracked harmony joining on key lines of the hook. Sparse dynamic lift on the final chorus, then everything falls back to solo guitar and voice on the last line., sad
Credits
Prompt byJakeG
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Sad country song about an old man that’s home was split in half by a great cedar tree that fell because of a bad winter storm. Now reflecting on the lost home that he built with his hands and history.
