Riding along in a little red wagon Papa tells jokes just to keep us a'laughing Attached to the back of that dirty old rusty John Deere
We bump along through the dirt in the garden Our knees all bruised up and feet just as hard as the rocks in the creek Bed we walk on for hours on end
It's one of those days where I want to be little again We wandered down every trail on that hillside Learned every lesson by the light of the fireflies Creek's kinda cold, don't tip-toe, you gotta jump in
When I get lonely I dream of the valley Kid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy Muscadine vines and the maple trees catching the wind
It's one of those days where I want to be little again It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city With nothing but home on your mind And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing Like all the ones you've left behind
Now we're all grown and always of parted But in Happy Valley is where it all started It still has my heart resting between those two hills I travel the world and see lots of places Sing lots of songs to all kinds of faces But that don't compare to adventures I had way back when
It's one of those days where I want to be little again It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city with nothing With nothing but home on your mind And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing Like all the ones you've left behind
It's one of those days where I want to be little again It's one of those days where I want to be little again It's one of those days where I want to be littleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
