I'm not trying to complain i'm so thankful for what i got
I work my fingers to the bone but these bills they never stop
No matter how much overtime i get it ain't quite enough
The mortgage get's late something breaks and that's when the times get tough
And bad things come in threes but i wish that wasn't true
Cause i don't think i can take another after this one and two
There's still a roof over our head and plenty of food to eat
Clean clothes for both of the kids socks and shoes on their feet
And they got no idea i'll never let them see me sweat
I'll do what i got to do to make it right with no regrets
And if my stress get's to high them i will take a step outside
Embrace the sounds the nature makes my backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair sending up a little prayer i need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
Like every other working man i go threw trying times
When responsibility's rain heavy on my mind
And i just need to get away and take a walk outside
I don't need no flashlight i got star's and more shine
Than the breeze starts whistling the whimp of wheels start singing
I love listening to forget the way i'm feeling cause sounds i hear at night
I don't notice in the day all the dog's barking loud like they got something to say
Engines in the diesel truck's roaring down the highway
I feel the bass beating in speaker's a mile away
If my tension starts to rise i got to be outside
That's the only place i can hear my backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair sending up a little prayer i need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby
Listen to the crickets sing the rattle of the dog chain
Listen to the south bound breeze just creeping through the trees
And the creek of the weather vains
Sitting in my long chair sending up a little prayer i need some answers tonight
Turn my troubles down low lord soothe my soul
One more time with the backyard lullaby

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