Backyard Lullaby (Remix) [feat. Noah Gordon & Cap Bailey]

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 gets late, something breaks
And that's when the times get tough
Them 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 (no), I'll never let 'em see me sweat
I'll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets
And if my stress gets too high, then I'll take a step outside
Embrace the sounds that nature makes, my backyard lullaby

Listen to the crickets sing
The rattle of a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creepin' through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin' in my lawn 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

What you know about that country life?
Real country, kill a swine using nothin' but a knife
Back-porch sittin', sippin' strong up out your cup
Take a dip of Southern snuff, spit it out
You'll feel that buzz (feel that buzz), yeah

Some people don't know what it takes to be a real dude
I wear these boots under my feet because I have to
Trekkin' through the muddy swamp, my baby's got a dump
She keep them Daisies cut shorter when she takes 'em off
You ever made a run through town holdin' 'bout 80 Masons?
You ever seen a still that run outside from central nation?
Y'all watchin' television, we really do this shit
Come out, I'll prove it to ya, now go on, listen in

Listen to the crickets sing
The rattle of a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creepin' through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin' in my lawn 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 through trying times
When responsibilities weigh 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
Then the breeze starts whistling, the whip-poor-wills start singin'
I love listening to forget the way that I'm feeling
The sounds I hear at night I don't notice in the day
All the dogs barkin' loud like they got something to say

Engines in the diesel trucks are roarin' down the highway
I feel the bass beatin' in speakers a mile away
If my tension starts to rise, I gotta be outside
That's the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby

Listen to the crickets sing
The rattle of a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creepin' through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin' in my lawn 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 a dog chain
Listen to the southbound breeze just creepin' through the trees
And the creak of the weather vane
Sittin' in my lawn 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



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Sciullo, Shannon Houchins, Noah Gordon, Hano Leathers, David Jones
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