Got a 32-stitch reminder From my elbow to my wrist When those 6th-grade kings Dared me to jump my Mongoose across that ditch The mark that's left of my left eye Is from a Daisy BB gun When Tom and Mitchell got tired of shooting cans So we shot me just for fun
Yeah, we just cried and kept on playing Didn't run to mom or dad Friends fought like hell We didn't tattletell 'Cause we all knew better than that I count my blessings For those lessons I survived when I look back I thank my lucky scars for that I thank my lucky scars for that
This one right here below my ear I got from cold beer drinking Kissing on some girl Who wasn't mine for kissing Wasn't no Facebook, no Instagram And to this day I say "yes, ma'am" Ain't it funny what you can learn When you listen
Well, we just cried and kept on playing Didn't run to mom or dad Friends fought like hell Never tattletell We all knew better than that Well, I count my blessings For those lessons I survived when I look back I thank my lucky scars I thank my lucky scars for that
I thank my lucky scars I thank my lucky scars I thank my lucky scars I thank my lucky scars
Last night I held you in my arms I thank my lucky scars For all that makes us who we are I thank my lucky scars For every fell and broke and cut and cracked They found the road to where you're at I thank my lucky scars for that
Yeah, we just cried and kept on playing Didn't run to mom or dad Friends fought like hell We didn't tattletell 'Cause we all knew better than that I count my blessings For those lessons I survived when I look back I thank my lucky scars for that I thank my lucky scars for that I thank my lucky scars for that AmenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
