Toys In The Dirt

歌詞

It was blonde hair bleached by the summer Inside only when it thundered Or when Mama yelled, "It's time to eat" It was broke glass, me and my brother Couldn't help but stay in trouble That backyard was packed full of memories Oh, it's crazy how when I look back, I still see Toys in the dirt, a ball in a field Knees skinned up on a red clay hill Bike down a gravel road we rode to meet the bus sometimes A four-wheeler buzz, long summer days Digging them holes for a post to get paid No, I wouldn't change growing up that way And no shoes, no shirt, and toys in the dirt No shoes, no shirt, and toys in the dirt It was old clothes we wore to get dirty A green hose when we were thirsty The same one we used to cool off with Oh, there's different ways of being raised But the one we lived Was toys in the dirt, a ball in a field Knees skinned up on a red clay hill Bike down a gravel road we rode to meet the bus sometimes A four-wheeler buzz, long summer days Digging them holes for a post to get paid No, I wouldn't change growing up that way No shoes, no shirt, and toys in the dirt (Oh) No shoes, no shirt, and toys in the dirt Now we're raising young'uns in a corner of a countryside Yeah, I can't help but smile when I pull in that gravel drive And see toys in the dirt, a ball in a field Knees skinned up on a red clay hill Bike down a gravel road we rode to meet the bus sometimes A four-wheeler buzz, long summer days Digging them holes for a post to get paid No, I wouldn't change growing up that way No shoes, no shirt, and toys in the dirt No, I wouldn't have it any other way No shoes, no shirt, and toys in the dirt, yeah No shoes, no shirt, and toys in the dirt