Built To Last

I ain't no Conway pretty, I don't croon like Randy Travis

Ain't no roses in my pocket, no moonlight-filled palace

But girl, you're the reason this old house feels alive

With your hand in mine, we're raising a love that'll survive

Kids running through the kitchen, muddy boots on the floor

We laugh at the chaos and love them even more

This ain't no fairytale ballad, no Reba Harmony

It's the story of us, plain and simple as can be

It's not a love song from the radio, not a classic line from a country show

It's the way you smile when the workday's done, the way you shine brighter than the morning sun