Someday When I Grow Up
Someday when I grow up
I'm gonna put away these dreams
And stop believing in foolish things
I'll get my feet on the ground, stop shootin' for the moon
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Yea, someday when I grow up
It won't all be about fun
That honey do list will finally get done
I'll start watchin' more news and less cartoons
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Garage full of toys and still I want something new
That's just the boy in the man coming through
It's a serious job raising this family
Two little kids, well, three counting me
Someday when I grow up
I'm gonna really watch my weight
And I'll eat more salad and a lot less cake
I'll sing all serious songs and not these silly tunes
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Garage full of toys and still I want something new
That's just the boy in the man coming through
It's a serious job raising this family
Two little kids, well, three counting me
I'll empty my pockets before my bibs get washed
Ask for directions before we get lost
I'll stop believing we can be the next Johnny and June
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Yeah, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
I'm gonna put away these dreams
And stop believing in foolish things
I'll get my feet on the ground, stop shootin' for the moon
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Yea, someday when I grow up
It won't all be about fun
That honey do list will finally get done
I'll start watchin' more news and less cartoons
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Garage full of toys and still I want something new
That's just the boy in the man coming through
It's a serious job raising this family
Two little kids, well, three counting me
Someday when I grow up
I'm gonna really watch my weight
And I'll eat more salad and a lot less cake
I'll sing all serious songs and not these silly tunes
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Garage full of toys and still I want something new
That's just the boy in the man coming through
It's a serious job raising this family
Two little kids, well, three counting me
I'll empty my pockets before my bibs get washed
Ask for directions before we get lost
I'll stop believing we can be the next Johnny and June
Well, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Yeah, I hope I don't grow up any time soon
Credits
Writer(s): Rory Lee Feek, Daniel Demay, Tonia Stout
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- In the Garden (God Bless America Again) - Single
- I'll Sing For You (Sweethearts)
- Leave It There (Old Time Gospel)
- Remember Me - Single
- Joey + Rory Collection
- The Singer And The Song: The Best Of Joey+Rory
- To Joey, with Love (Original Movie Soundtrack)
- In the Time That You Gave Me
- Hymns
- It Is Well with My Soul
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