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Rodney Atkins - Simple Things |
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We got the biggest dog you ever saw |
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Sprawled on the porch, coolin' off |
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Down at our place |
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His name is Ace |
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We got the hummingbirds comin' in |
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Hittin' those sugar water feeders and buzzin' off again |
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Floatin' in the wind |
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Then the sunset melts into a line of pines |
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Life is slow out here but it just suits me fine |
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It's the simple things that strum my strings |
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Baby cries, and momma sings him back to sleep |
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Oh it sounds so sweet |
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It's puttin' in a hard day's work |
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Comin' home and puttin' on a clean t-shirt |
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It's friends and family gathering |
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A neck to hug, a joke to tell and a dish to bring |
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It's the simple things, yeah |
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It's takin' my boy to the river on Sunday |
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Huntin' tadpoles and Indian money |
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And I just laugh while his flipflops splash |
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Then we spray on the Off! 'cause we don't wan't chiggers |
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Baitin' our hooks with chicken livers |
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Goin' yellow catfishin' |
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A little whisker lick grippin' |
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I love it when he says 'Daddy give me five' |
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And watchin' him grunt and grin as he's reelin' in |
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That flathead on his line |
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It's the simple things that strum my strings |
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Baby cries, and momma sings him back to sleep |
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Oh it sounds so sweet |
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It's puttin' in a hard day's work |
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Comin' home and puttin' on a clean t-shirt |
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It's friends and family gathering |
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A neck to hug, a joke to tell and a dish to bring |
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Yeah it's the simple things |
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It's the simple things |
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It's feelin' thankful |
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Just lookin' at the stars |
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It's findin' piece of mind |
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In your own backyard |
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Yeah it's the simple things that strum my strings |
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Like big oak trees and tire swings and lemonade |
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Ice cold and homemade |
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It's puttin' in a hard day's work |
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Comin' home and puttin' on a clean t-shirt |
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It's friends and family gathering |
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A neck to hug, a joke to tell and a dish to bring |
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It's the simple things |
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It's the simple things |
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That's it |