Woorden: Steve Forbert. It Doesn't Matter Much.

I cover ground and get around a lot these days
And I meet a lotta people too
An' if it takes a broken heart to know one, well
I'm seein' lotsa shades of blue, shades of blue

The wealthy part of town done got the Yuletide bug
And the decoration store does fine
But sometimes on a dark and country backwoods road
I pass a little shack that shines, shack that shines

It doesn't matter much what kind of house you got
As long as it's a happy home
Or if your lover's love ain't burnin' blue flame hot
As long as you don't feel alone, feel alone

What kind of house you got won't make it real or not
What kind of car you drive won't keep your love alive
What kind of house you got won't make it real or not
What kind of car you drive won't keep your love alive

The stairway up to heaven's made of rough hewn boards
And Christ is on a hard, nail throne
I wonder, stuck in traffic with a low fuel light
If there's time to change the road we're on, road we're on

It doesn't matter much what kind of house you got
As long as it's a happy home
Or if your lover's love ain't burnin' blue flame hot
As long as you don't feel alone

It doesn't matter much what kind of house you got
As long as it's a happy home
Or if your lover's love ain't burnin' blue flame hot
As long as you don't feel alone, feel alone