Jackson's Song
I've got a baby, he's ten months old
When I look in his eyes oh Lord I'm sold
He's the pride and joy of me and my girl
And a spittin' little image of his grandpa Earl
He's got a laugh that echoes down the hall
Well, he makes a lot of noise for only two feet tall
The dog knows to get the hell out of his way
Cause the sun's coming up, he's about to raise some Cain
Every time I think the world's falling apart
And the devil's got a death grip on my heart
I shoot a little stare at that bundle of joy
Yeah, God still exists when I look at my boy
No, he don't like to sleep through the night
He'd rather wake up his parents so they cuss and fight
He thinks it's funny when you pick up his toys
Yeah, my wife's a sucker, he's a mama's boy
Every time I think the world's falling apart
And the devil's got a death grip on my heart
I shoot a little stare at that bundle of joy
Yeah, God still exists when I look at my boy
We weren't supposed to be able to have kids
Yeah, we both cried hard when the doctor said it
But God already had made up his mind
Now we both live on Jackson time
Every time I think the world's falling apart
And the devil's got a death grip on my heart
I shoot a little stare at that bundle of joy
Yeah, God still exists when I look at my boy
I've got a baby, he's ten months old
When I look in his eyes oh Lord I'm sold
When I look in his eyes oh Lord I'm sold
He's the pride and joy of me and my girl
And a spittin' little image of his grandpa Earl
He's got a laugh that echoes down the hall
Well, he makes a lot of noise for only two feet tall
The dog knows to get the hell out of his way
Cause the sun's coming up, he's about to raise some Cain
Every time I think the world's falling apart
And the devil's got a death grip on my heart
I shoot a little stare at that bundle of joy
Yeah, God still exists when I look at my boy
No, he don't like to sleep through the night
He'd rather wake up his parents so they cuss and fight
He thinks it's funny when you pick up his toys
Yeah, my wife's a sucker, he's a mama's boy
Every time I think the world's falling apart
And the devil's got a death grip on my heart
I shoot a little stare at that bundle of joy
Yeah, God still exists when I look at my boy
We weren't supposed to be able to have kids
Yeah, we both cried hard when the doctor said it
But God already had made up his mind
Now we both live on Jackson time
Every time I think the world's falling apart
And the devil's got a death grip on my heart
I shoot a little stare at that bundle of joy
Yeah, God still exists when I look at my boy
I've got a baby, he's ten months old
When I look in his eyes oh Lord I'm sold
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Duck
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