Fowler Ford Road
He said the house is finally listed in Homes Magazine.
He said he tried to work things out, but she wanted him to leave.
He said he really didn’t want to sell. All this took him by surprise.
He gave me directions with tears in his eyes.
Chorus
There’s a for sale sign in the front yard,
A big oak tree in the back yard
Where we used to watch our little girl play.
It’s a red roof house on a corner lot
Close to town, the perfect spot. I can’t believe our
Dreams are almost sold. At the end of Fowler Ford Road.
He said the house is almost empty. I moved in with a friend.
You can call the realtor. She’d be glad to let you in.
I really haven’t had the time, so the grass is a little high.
It’s easy to find your way, but let me tell you one more time.
Chorus
There’s a for sale sign in the front yard,
A big oak tree in the back yard
Where we used to watch our little girl play.
It’s a red roof house on a corner lot
Close to town, the perfect spot. I can’t believe our
Dreams are almost sold. At the end of Fowler Ford Road.
Bridge
It’s funny how things can change real quick.
I guess she never knew what forever meant.
Chorus
There’s a for sale sign in the front yard,
A big oak tree in the back yard
Where we used to watch our little girl play.
It’s a red roof house on a corner lot
Close to town, the perfect spot. I can’t believe our
Dreams are almost sold. At the end of Fowler Ford Road.
At the end of Fowler Ford Road. Fowler Ford Road.
That was my life on Fowler Ford Road.
Words and music by: Tim Gillihan
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© 2003