Johnny Reid - Kicking Stones
I remember sitting in my old man's truck
Watching him and all the other men down on their luck
Standing around a fire fighting off the cold
Smoking, swearing, kicking stones
You know hard times turn a good man bad
Make him do things out of anger, wish he'd never had
Me and mama would watch him roll in home
Smoking, swearing, kicking stones
Kicking stones, kicking stones
Down a long winding road
They were smoking, swearing, kicking stones
All the dark days turn into years
And all the hard times, they sure stole a lot of tears
But there came a time when I had to move on
From the smoking, swearing, kicking stones
Kicking stones, kicking stones
Down a long and winding road
Brought me here, brought me home
Where two boys of my own
They come running, they come laughing
When I start singing, they start dancing
We go walking hand in hand
Kicking stones
Kicking stones
Kicking stones
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