Growing Up Like That

(album: Take A Back Road - 2011)

I was 12 years old with some bolts and a wrench, a piece of plywood that was 3/4 inch and daddy said son when your chores are done I'll give you one of them creosote 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 goal!

I dribbled that ball till the grass was gone and bumpy ground was brown and flat. 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 pollywog. The best blackberry cobbler is made from scratch, and worth every one you get from the briar patch. I found out firewood will 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 'hind my grandpa's house where we threw our tater peels and coffee grounds, say you want to catch catfish long as your arm, son you gotta have a night crawler farm. Well we'd sit on the dock and share a bottle of pop and catch a few and then head on back. Me and Daddy cleaned fish while the cats "meowed" and we'd laugh, 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 pollywog. The best blackberry cobbler is made from scratch, and worth every one you get from the briar patch. If you ever got sugar in a hot hay loft and you still can't believe y'all didn't get caught. You close your eyes and smile when you look back, you were lucky and you didn't know it growing up like that.

Ya learned the birds and the bees from the cats and the dogs, and skinny dipping beats anything ya ever saw. The best blackberry cobbler is made from scratch, and worth every one you get from the briar patch. Sometimes me and her still slip off to that cozy little corner in the old hay loft, taste that honeysuckle on her lips off the beaten path. 'Cause I'm lucky and baby I know it. I'm doing my best there to show. Now 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 love it 'cause you do it. Shuck cobs on the porch, till some buddies show up with some corn hole boards, yeah! can I get an Amen growing up like that!