I was 12 years old with some bolts and a wrench

A piece of plywood that

Was 3/4 inch and daddy said son once your chores are one

I'll give you one

Of 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 and

A 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 and Flat

Me and Daddy played horse

And the cows all "mooed" and we laughed

I Was 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 frog Starts 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 will Warm you twice

Once when you cut it and once when you light it

I can't Help but smile when I look back

Cause I was lucky and I didn't even know

It growin' up like that

There was an old wooden barrel hind my grandpa's house

Where we threw our Tatter peels and coffee grounds

Say you want to catch catfish long as your Arm

Son you gotta have a night crawler farm

Well we'd sit on the dock and

Share a bottle of pop and catch a few

And then head on back

Me and Daddy Clean fish while the cats "meowed" and we laughed

I was 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 frog Starts 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 in A hot hay loft

And you still can't believe y'all didn't get caught

You Close your eyes and smile when you look back

You were lucky and you didn't Know it growing up like that

Ya learned the birds and the bee's from the cats and the dogs

And skinny Dippin beats anything ya ever saw

The best blackberry cobbler is made from

Scratch and worth every one you get from the briar patch

Sometimes me and Her still slip off to

That cozy little corner in the old hay loft

Taste That honeysuckle off her lips off the beaten path

Cause I'm lucky and baby I know

I'm doin my best there to show

Naw you never really do outgrow it Growin up like that

You like good cold beer and pickin' guitar

You really don't care about Being 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 sure These last words)

Can I get an Amen growin up like that