Our Own Little Museum

This recording of Our Own Little Museum softens the cumbia arrangement further, trading percussion for a quieter, more acoustic reading of the same story.

The stories behind Our Own Little Museum

Lyrics

Old Photographs

1960s, a handful of names

Nobody thought they'd build much of anything

Now there's a hallway just to hold their story

Young fields, old hearts, quiet kind of

glory It's our own little museum,

small and true Not a plaque for one, a plaque

for all of you

Founders still walkin' through their own front door

Our own little museum, and there's room for more

A rusted meter behind the glass in front

First day badge from the ones who broke the ground

Nothing fancy, no velvet rope inside inside just enough

to remember it was hard and right it's our own

little museum small and true

Not a plaque for one, a plaque for all of you

Founders still walking through their own front door

Our own little museum and there's room for more

A young tech walks through on her lunch break

Sees a photo and swears she knows that face

Same tired eyes,

same proud little grin

Sixty years later still letting her in

It's our own little museum,

small and true Not a plaque for one, a plaque

for all of you

Founders still walking through their own front door

Our own little museum,

and there's room for more

Our own little museum

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Our Own Little Museum

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