I′m not trying to complain
I'm so thankful for what Igot
I work my fingers to the bone, but these bills they never stopNo 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 gets to high, then I'll take a step outside
Embrace the sounds the nature makes in 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 vane
Sitting in my lawn 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 through trying times
When responsibilities 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 stars and moonshine
Then the breeze starts whistling, the whippoorwill 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 dogs barking loud like they got something to say
Engines in the diesel trucks roaring down the highway
I feel the bass beating in speakers 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 vane
Sitting in my lawn 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 vane
Sitting in my lawn 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
