[Verse 1] Still have that worn out glove in the back of the closet The one my dad gave to me when I turned 13 He said he'd teach me how to throw that 12-6 curve ball Just like all the pros we watched on TV Senior year my brother went off to college Pops gave me the talk and handed my first set of keys To a bucket of rust, a little beaten up Thought it would break down every mile But somehow it always got from A to B
[Chorus] Those hand me downs Didn't mean much back then They sure do now All the memories that I couldn't live without Are still hanging around Those hand me downs
[Verse 2] All the finer records sitting up in the attic From Cash and Merle to Patti and Bruce Springsteen I can still hear our voices cutting through the static On those long car ride from Boston to Tennessee
[Chorus] Those hand me downs Didn't mean much back then They sure do now All the memories that I couldn't live without Are still hanging around Those hand me downs Those hand me downs Oh [Bridge] His laugh, his grin, his stubbornness And when to give a damn All the lessons learned that made me who I am
[Chorus] Those hand me downs Didn't mean much back then They sure do now All the memories that I couldn't live without Are still hanging around Those hand me downs Those hand me downs OhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
