"Backyard Lullaby" lyrics
(feat. Noah Gordon)
I'm not trying to complain, I'm so thankful for what I got
I work my fingers to the bone but these bills they never stop
No matter how much overtime I get it ain't quite enough
The mortgage get's late, something breaks and that's when the times get tough
And bad things come in threes but I wish that wasn't true
Cause I don't think I can take another after this one and two
There's still a roof over our head and plenty of food to eat
Clean clothes for both of the kids, socks and shoes on their feet
And they got no idea I'll never let them see me sweat
I'll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets
And if my stress gets to high them I will take a step outside
Embrace the sounds the nature makes my backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair, sending up a little prayer, I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
Like every other working man I go threw trying times
When responsibility's rain heavy on my mind
And I just need to get away and take a walk outside
I don't need no flashlight, I got stars and moonshine
Than the breeze starts whistling, the whimp of wheels start singing
I love listening to forget the way that I'm feeling
'Cause sounds I hear at night I don't notice in the day
All the dogs barking loud like they got something to say
Engines in the diesel trucks roaring down the highway
I feel bass beating in speakers a mile away
If my tension starts to rise I got to be outside
That's the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair, sending up a little prayer, I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair, sending up a little prayer, I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
I work my fingers to the bone but these bills they never stop
No matter how much overtime I get it ain't quite enough
The mortgage get's late, something breaks and that's when the times get tough
And bad things come in threes but I wish that wasn't true
Cause I don't think I can take another after this one and two
There's still a roof over our head and plenty of food to eat
Clean clothes for both of the kids, socks and shoes on their feet
And they got no idea I'll never let them see me sweat
I'll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets
And if my stress gets to high them I will take a step outside
Embrace the sounds the nature makes my backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair, sending up a little prayer, I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
Like every other working man I go threw trying times
When responsibility's rain heavy on my mind
And I just need to get away and take a walk outside
I don't need no flashlight, I got stars and moonshine
Than the breeze starts whistling, the whimp of wheels start singing
I love listening to forget the way that I'm feeling
'Cause sounds I hear at night I don't notice in the day
All the dogs barking loud like they got something to say
Engines in the diesel trucks roaring down the highway
I feel bass beating in speakers a mile away
If my tension starts to rise I got to be outside
That's the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair, sending up a little prayer, I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair, sending up a little prayer, I need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
Writer(s): Jared Sciullo, Matthew David Jones, Hano Leathers, Shannon Houchins, Noah Gordon
