Sticks + Stones

There's a 40 foot cliff down where the river runs
Just a little bit deeper if you know where to jump
But if there were some girls around us boys didn't care
We were Evil Kinevel buzzing on Daddy's fridge beers
You might get you a few bruises and bumps
But there's a story to tell, something you gotta try once

There ain't much to do, man, when you're spitting dimes
We were 4th generation heritage of hard times
Had a little dirt on our hands and callouses on our feet
We were chip-off-the-old-blocks with skin off our knees
Broke more than few hearts and bones
But that was back when you grew up raisin' on sticks and stones

Called a 32 dive when coach put me in
I took a head-on hit from some out of town kid
I stood up dizzy, and a little bit torn
But man I wore the hell out of that stained uniform
And before the moon could bid us goodbye
We were laughin' and hollerin' under back porch lights

There ain't much to do, man, when you're spitting dimes
We were 4th generation heritage of hard times
Had a little dirt on our hands and callouses on our feet
We were chip-off-the-old-blocks with skin off our knees
Broke more than few hearts and bones
But that was back when you grew up raisin' on sticks and stones

Probably won as many fights as we lost
But we stood our ground without a second thought

There ain't much to do, man, when you're spitting dimes
We were 4th generation heritage of hard times
Had a little dirt on our hands, and callouses on our feet
We were chip-off-the-old-blocks with skin off our knees
We'd come home wore out when mom's fixing supper
She kept the front door unlocked and the box fan runnin'
Had a couple holes in our clothes, and kept our parents restless
What-are-we-gonna-do-with-them-kids reckless
Breakin' more than few hearts and bones
But that was back when you grew up raisin' on sticks and stones
Sticks and stones