Demun Jones, Noah Gordon - Backyard Lullaby lyrics

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 gets 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 stars and moonshine
Than the breeze starts whistling
The whimp of wheels start singing
I love listening to forget the
Way that 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 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 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