(David Lindsey/Glenn Tubb/Tammy Wynette)

We always wanted,
A big two storey house,
Back when we lived in,
That little two room shack.
We wanted fame and fortune,
And we'd live life the way the rich folks do.
We knew some how we'd make it,
Together me and you.

With dreams and hopes of things to come,
We worked and never stopped.
Not much time for you and me,
We had to reach the top .
We bought that big two storey house,
And soon became the envy of the town.
With all our work behind us
We'd finally settled down.

Now we live, (Yes, we live.)
In a two story house.
Whoa, what splendour,
But there's no love about.
I've got my story,
And I've got mine, too.
How sad it is, we now live,
In a two story house.

The house is filled with rare antiques,
There's marble on the floor.
Beauty all around us,
Like we've never seen before.
There's chandeliers in every room,
Imported silks and satin all about.
We filled the house with everything,
But somehow left love out.

Now we live, (Yes, we live.)
In a two story house.
Whoa, what splendour,
But there's no love about.
I've got my story,
And I've got mine, too.
How sad it is, we now live,
In a two story house.

How sad it is, we now live,
In a two story house.