Broken Home
words and music by Jackson Rohm

I was eight years old when my mother packed our things
Found a two bedroom in the city
She and my old man, they fought like cats and dogs back then
When hearts go cold, it’s such a pity
She had two jobs to put dinner on the table
No one worked as hard as she did
I had a bike and a baseball glove
Warm clothes and a mother's love
That was a I ever needed
We didn't need no luxury
It's pretty plain to see that
Oh, it's not a perfect world
But at least we've got eachother
Oh, this ain't no broken home
It's just a fixer upper

I'd head out to that farmhouse in the country
Most every weekend with my Dad
and even though the money was tight
We always did alright
Making do with what we had
I remember splitting wood most Sundays in November
Trying to get back home for dinner
An old Farmall and a rusty wagon
Last load of wood we're draggin’
Might just get us through the winter
And I suppose we were pretty darn poor
But I know for sure that
Oh, it's not a perfect world
But at least we've got eachother
Oh, this ain't no broken home
It's just a fixer upper

Now I'm a grown man, I've got children of my own
I think back on the lessons that I've learned
If you put the family first
Work hard for all you're worth
There'll be no need to be concerned
Little troubles all fade away
We're gonna be O.K. cuz
Oh, it's not a perfect world
But at least we've got eachother
Oh, this ain't no broken home
It's just a fixer upper