Wishing Wells

The smell of leather in my old mitt
Porch swing where I used to sit
Cane pole with a rusty hook
Daddy's pocket knife, right beside the good book
And that's about all that it came to
Didn't look like much, but we made do
It was too perfect to price and sale
So they started taxing the wishing wells
Yeah
It goes Little League Ballpark, single wides, Walmart
I just trying to transform like the all-spark
Hunting in the woods with a single-barrel shotgun
Brother had a pump. I was happy that I got one
I was eight years old
My daddy said stayed froze
Took us all night
Just to drag the deer to the main road
Hell, if I can't go. Doing what I'm here to do
Thought I was a bad motherfucker, in a pair of boots
Mama worked the day, shift barely ever round
Daddy sleeping with the woman that was two trailers down
We were some bad little kids throwing rocks into traffic
I still wear the belt Daddy used to beat my ass with
Reverend Miller drank Bush
Uncle Pete smoked Winston's
Off-brand tennis shoes I couldn't tell the difference
And by the barbed wire fence is where I got my first kiss
Times changed but you can't change the times that I miss
But I still smell the leather in my old mitt
Porch swing where I used to sit
Cane pole with a rusty hook
Daddy's pocket knife, right beside the good book
And that's about all that it came to
Didn't look like much, but we made do
It was too perfect to price and sell
So they started taxing the wishing wells
I shucked corn, snapped peas with my nanny Bertha
Pushed the seeds in the soil and understood the purpose
Flipped the three Wheeler, snapped my collarbone
Couldn't play ball so I trashed talked from the dugout
We stole moonshine from Daniel Cole's dad
Till he figured out we watered it down way too bad
We would fill Coke cans up with gasoline
Light them and kick them at each other
Better dodge that thing!
Because we coming in hot
Double barrel buckshot
Dirt bikes with no lights at night scared we were not
Our grandmother's prayers must have carried a lot
Cause our guardian angels are probably staring in shock
We ain't need a whole lot
We love what we have
Zebco 33, Jon boat with my dad
But now political agenda and whoever's offended
Are trying To take the place of everything that I remember
But I still!
Smell the leather in my old mitt
Porch swing, where I used to sit
Cane pole with a rusty hook
Daddy's pocket knife, right beside the good book
And that's about all that it came to
Didn't look like much, but we made do
It was too perfect to price and sell
So they started taxing the wishing wells
Smell the leather in my old mitt
Porch swing where I used to sit
Cane pole with a rusty hook
Daddy's pocket knife, right beside the good book
And that's about all that it came to
Didn't look like much, but we made do
It was too perfect to price and sell
So they started taxing the wishing wells