Growin' Up Like That
By Rodney Atkins
11/18/2012
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I was 12 years old with some bolts and a wrench, a piece of plywood that was 3/4 inch
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And daddy said son once your chores are done I'll give you one of them gris old barn poles
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I went out in the pasture with no cow patties, got some post hole diggers and I got after it
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Had some sun on my back and a blister on my hand, but man I had myself a goal
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I dribbled that ball till the grass was gone but the ground was brown and flat
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And me and Daddy played horse and the cows all "mooed" and we laughed
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I was lucky and I didn't even know it growing up like that
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I learned the birds and the bee's from the cats and the dogs
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And a frog starts out as a pollywog
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The best blackberry cobbler is made from scratch
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And worth every one you get from the briar patch
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I found out firewood will warm you twice
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Once when you cut it and once when you light it
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And I can't help but smile when I look back
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Cause I was lucky and I didn't even know it growin' up like that
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There was an old wooden barrel 'hind my grandpa's house where we threw our tater peels and coffee grounds
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Say you want to catch catfish as long as your arm, son you gotta have a night crawler farm
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Well we'd sit on the dock and share a bottle of pop and catch a few and then head on back
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Me and Daddy clean fish while the cats "meowed" and we laughed,
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I was lucky and I didn't even know it growing up like that
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I learned the birds and the bee's from the cats and the dogs
And 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
Have you ever got sugar in a hot hayloft
And you still can't believe y'all didn't get caught
You close your eyes and smile when you look back
And you were lucky and I didn't even know it growin' up like that
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You learned the birds and the bee's from the cats and the dogs
And skinny dippin beats anything you 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
Ah you never really do outgrow it growin up like that
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You like good cold beer and pickin' guitar and you really don't care about being a star
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you just do it cause you love it and love it cause you do it
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Shuck cobs on the porch, till some buddies show up with some cold ???
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Can I get an Amen growin up like that
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