Kicking Stones

	作曲 : Maher, Reid
	I remember sittin' in my old mans truck
	Watchin' him and all the other men
	Down on their luck
	Standin' around the fire
	Fightin off the cold
	Smokin', swearin', kicking stones
	You know hard times
	Can turn a good man bad
	Make him do things
	Out of anger, wish he never had
	Me and mama would watch
	Him roll in home
	Smokin, swearin, kickin stones
	Kicking stones, kicking stones
	Down a long winding road
	They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones
	All the dark days
	Turn into years
	And all the hard times
	They sure stole alot of tears
	But there came a time
	Where I had to move on
	From the smokin, swearin, 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 stoness

	zuò qǔ : Maher, Reid
	I remember sittin' in my old mans truck
	Watchin' him and all the other men
	Down on their luck
	Standin' around the fire
	Fightin off the cold
	Smokin', swearin', kicking stones
	You know hard times
	Can turn a good man bad
	Make him do things
	Out of anger, wish he never had
	Me and mama would watch
	Him roll in home
	Smokin, swearin, kickin stones
	Kicking stones, kicking stones
	Down a long winding road
	They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones
	All the dark days
	Turn into years
	And all the hard times
	They sure stole alot of tears
	But there came a time
	Where I had to move on
	From the smokin, swearin, 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 stoness