"Toys In The Dirt" lyrics

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