Rodney Atkins - Growing Up Like That Lyrics
I was 12 years old with some bolts and a wrench, a piece of plywood thatWas 3/4 inch and daddy said son once your chores are one I'll give you oneOf them gris 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 andA blister on my hand, but man I had myself a goal!I dribbles that ball till the grass was gone and the ground was brown andFlat. Me and Daddy played horse and the cows all "mooed" and we laughed. IWas lucky and I didn't even know it growing up like that.I learned the birds and the bee's from the cats and the dogs, & a frogStarts 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 willWarm you twice, once when you cut it and once when you light it. & I can'tHelp but smile when I look back, cause I was lucky and I didn't even knowIt growin' up like that.There was an old wooden barrel hind my grandpa's house where we threw ourTatter peels and coffee grounds, say you want to catch catfish long as yourArm, son you gotta have a night crawler farm. Well we'd sit on the dock andShare a bottle of pop and catch a few and then head on back. Me and DaddyClean fish while the cats "meowed" and we laughed, I was lucky and I didn'tEven know it growing up like thatI learned the birds and the bee's from the cats and the dogs, & a frogStarts 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 inA hot hay loft and you still can't believe y'all didn't get caught. YouClose your eyes and smile when you look back, you were lucky and you didn'tKnow it growing up like that.Ya learned the birds and the bee's from the cats and the dogs, and skinnyDippin beats anything ya ever saw. The best blackberry cobbler is made fromScratch, and worth every one you get from the briar patch. Sometimes me andHer still slip off to that cozy little corner in the old hay loft, tasteThat honeysuckle off her lips off the beaten path. Cause I'm lucky and babyI know. I'm doin my best there to show. Naw you never really do outgrow itGrowin up like that.You like good cold beer and pickin' guitar. & you really don't care aboutBeing 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 (not sureThese last words)Can I get an Amen growin up like that!
