Shakin' Stevens - This ole house

^AThis ole house once knew his children, this ole ^Dhouse once knew his wife. This ole ^Ehouse was home and comfort, as they ^Afought the storms of life. ^AThis old house once rang with laughter, this old ^Dhouse heard many shouts. Now he ^Etrembles in the darkness, when the ^Alightnin' walks about.

^AAin't a-gonna ^Dneed this house no longer, ain't a-gonna ^Aneed this house no more. Ain't got ^Etime to fix the shingles, ain't got ^Atime to fix the floor. Ain't got ^Dtime to oil the hinges, Nor to ^Amend the windowpanes. Ain't a-gonna ^Eneed this house no longer, He's a-gettin' ready to meet the ^ASaints.

^AThis ole house is a-gettin' shaky, this ole ^Dhouse is a-gettin' old. This ole ^Ehouse lets in the rain, This ole ^Ahouse lets in the cold. ^AOh, his knees are gettin' chilly, but he ^Dfeels no fear nor pain. Cause he ^Esees an Angel peekin' through a broken window^Apane.

^AAin't a-gonna ^Dneed this house no longer, ain't a-gonna ^Aneed this house no more. Ain't got ^Etime to fix the shingles, ain't got ^Atime to fix the floor. Ain't got ^Dtime to oil the hinges, Nor to ^Amend the windowpanes. Ain't a-gonna ^Eneed this house no longer, He's a-gettin' ready to meet the ^ASaints.

^AThis ole house is afraid of thunder, this ole ^Dhouse is afraid of storms. This ole ^Ehouse just groans and trembles, when the ^Anight wind flings its arms. ^AThis ole house is gettin' feeble, this old ^Dhouse is needin' paint. Just like ^Ehim it's tuckered out, but he's a-gettin' ready to meet the ^ASaints.

^AAin't a-gonna ^Dneed this house no longer, ain't a-gonna ^Aneed this house no more. Ain't got ^Etime to fix the shingles, ain't got ^Atime to fix the floor. Ain't got ^Dtime to oil the hinges, Nor to ^Amend the windowpanes. Ain't a-gonna ^Eneed this house no longer, He's a-gettin' ready to meet the ^ASaints.

^A#My ole hound dog lies a-sleepin', he don't ^D#know I'm gonna leave. Else he'd ^Fwake up by the fireplace, and he'd ^A#sit there and howl and grieve. ^A#But my huntin' days are over, ain't gonna ^D#hunt the 'coon no more. Gabriel ^Fdone brought in my chariot, when the wind blew down the ^A#door.

^A#Ain't a-gonna ^D#need this house no longer, ain't a-gonna ^A#need this house no more. Ain't got ^Ftime to fix the shingles, ain't got ^A#time to fix the floor. Ain't got ^D#time to oil the hinges, Nor to ^A#mend the windowpanes. Ain't a-gonna ^Fneed this house no longer, I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the ^A#Saints.