Stories of Our Life
The catfish bite after midnight
In the channel behind the house
We'd roll in at two am
Full stringer, I'd sleep on the Couch
Get cleaned up in the morning
Light the stove as the sun would Rise
Gramm'd cook em up for Breakfast
With real butter and love in her Eyes
Boys being boys
Men being men
The stories of our life
Become our best friends
The first time we drove a car
Or worked a forty hour week
The last time we fell in love
Or kissed our grammas cheek
Spent the better part of twelve Summers
On a diamond in a park
But in the spring of ninety three
That ended with a broken heart
Well we still get together
Talk of our friends and days gone By
Every year more memories fade
Only the Lord above knows why
Boys being boys
Men being men
The stories of our life
Become our best friends
The first time we drove a car
Or worked a forty hour week
The last time we fell in love
Or kissed our grammas cheek
Like the time my grandson came Into this World that we roam... or
The time me and my kin carried Our gramma home
Boys being boys
Men being men
The stories of our life
Become our best friends
The first time we drove a car
Or worked a forty hour week
The last time we fell in love
Or kissed our grammas cheek
The catfish bite after midnight
In the channel behind the house
In the channel behind the house
We'd roll in at two am
Full stringer, I'd sleep on the Couch
Get cleaned up in the morning
Light the stove as the sun would Rise
Gramm'd cook em up for Breakfast
With real butter and love in her Eyes
Boys being boys
Men being men
The stories of our life
Become our best friends
The first time we drove a car
Or worked a forty hour week
The last time we fell in love
Or kissed our grammas cheek
Spent the better part of twelve Summers
On a diamond in a park
But in the spring of ninety three
That ended with a broken heart
Well we still get together
Talk of our friends and days gone By
Every year more memories fade
Only the Lord above knows why
Boys being boys
Men being men
The stories of our life
Become our best friends
The first time we drove a car
Or worked a forty hour week
The last time we fell in love
Or kissed our grammas cheek
Like the time my grandson came Into this World that we roam... or
The time me and my kin carried Our gramma home
Boys being boys
Men being men
The stories of our life
Become our best friends
The first time we drove a car
Or worked a forty hour week
The last time we fell in love
Or kissed our grammas cheek
The catfish bite after midnight
In the channel behind the house
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Writer(s): Cory Yoas
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