Testo Growing Up Like That - Rodney Atkins
Testo della canzone Growing Up Like That (Rodney Atkins), tratta dall'album Take A Back Road
I was twelve years old with some bolts and a wrench
A piece of plywood that was three quarter inch
And daddy said son when your chores are done
I'll give you one of them Chris old barn poles
I went out in the pasture with no cow patties
Got some post hole diggers and I got after it
Had some sun on my back and a blister on my hand
But man I had myself a go, haha
I dribbled that ball till the grass was gone
The bumpy ground was brown and flat
And me and daddy played horse and the cows all mooed and we laughed
I was lucky and I didn't even know it growing up like that
I learned the birds and the bees from the cats and the dogs
And a frog starts out as a polly wog
The best blackberry cobbler's made from scratch
And worth every one you get from the briar patch
I found out firewood'll warm you twice
Once when you cut it and once when you light it
And I can't help but smile when I look back
Cause I was lucky and I didn't even know it growing up like that
There was an old wooden barrel behind my grandpa's house
Where we threw out our tater peels and coffee grounds
Say you wanna catch catfish as long as your arm
Son you gotta have a night crawler farm
And we'd sit on the dock and share a bottle of pop
Catch a few and then head on back
And me and daddy cleaned fish while the cats meowed and we laughed
I was lucky and I didn't even know it growing up like that
I learned the birds and the bees from the cats and the dogs
And a frog starts out as a polly wog
The best blackberry cobbler's made from scratch
And worth every one you get from the briar patch
Now if you ever got sugar in a hot hayloft
And you still can't believe y'all didn't get caught
You close your eyes and smile when you look back
Then you were lucky and you didn't even know it growing up like that
You learn the birds and the bees from the cats and the dogs
And the skinny dipping beats anything you ever saw
The best blackberry cobbler's made from scratch
And worth every one you get from the briar patch
Now sometimes me and her still slip off
To that cozy little corner in the old hayloft
Taste the honeysuckle on her lips off the beaten path, woah
Cause I'm lucky and baby I know it
I'm doing my best there to show it
Aw you never really do outgrow it growing up like that
You like good cold beer and picking guitar
And you really don't care about being a star
You just do it cause you love it and you love it cause you do it
Shuck cobs on the porch
Till somebody show up with some cornrow boards, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Hayslip, Rodney A. Atkins, Owen Ted Hewitt
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