Carl Perkins — This Old House

This ole house once knew my children This ole house once knew my wife This ole house was home and comfort As we fought the storms of life This old house once rang with laughter This old house heard many shouts Now she trembles in the darkness When the lightning walks about Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer Ain't a-gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window pane Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer I'm a-getting ready to meet the saints This ole house is getting shaky, boy This ole house is getting old This ole house lets in the rain now This ole house lets in the cold Oh my knees I'm getting chilly But I feel no fear or pain Cause I see an angel peeking Through a broken window pane This ole house is afraid of thunder This ole house is afraid of storms This ole house just groans and trembles When the night wind flings its arms This ole house is a-getting feeble This old house is a-needing paint Just like him it's tuckered out But he's a-getting ready to meet the saints Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer Ain't a-gonna need this house no more Ain't got time to fix the shingles Ain't got time to fix the floor Ain't got time to oil the hinges Nor to mend the window-pane Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer He's a-getting ready to meet the saints