Check, Check, Check it like this
Uh
Bring it back with that bass line
And let me bust another one of my question rhymes
What ever happened to play in the mud
Little kids buildin' castles, all they understood
Thinkin', but not too much about the box where they sat
Was their world and all that was in it was good
Playin' all day 'til the street light came on, came on
And Momma call you home for spaghetti and meatballs
Say a little prayer and a bath good night
Life was so simple return to the next days
It was back to that sandbox
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
So dig your hands in the dirt
Children, we play with that earth
On and On and On
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children, we play with that earth
On and On and On
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children, we play with that earth
Dig your hands in the dirt
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Are you with me
The question again, phrased a little different
Whatever happened to my beautiful innocence
I can't remember when, but it faded away
Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade
Never know why, or when, or where it went
But I'd sure like to find a bit of innocence
Sometimes I have to stop and ask why
Things always catchin' up with you and me 'til I die
Cause you know what they say, what you reap is what you sow
Yet responsibilty I always seem to throw away my faith
Got to get back to the memories
(Got to get back to the memories)
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
So dig your hands in the dirt
Children, we play with that earth
On and On and On
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children, we play with that earth
On and On and On
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children, we play with that earth
Dig your hands in the dirt
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise
Sandbox
Sandbox praise
Sandbox
Sandbox praise
