Styles Haury - Junk Drawer Memories lyrics
[Styles Haury - Junk Drawer Memories lyrics]
There's a drawer full of
Nick nacks, playing cards, A
Ball and jack, fishing line, a hacky sack
My grandpa's favourite Indians cap
Memories worth reminiscing from the
Drawer in the kitchen
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories
Last time these boots walked
Through this backdoor
Cross the creaky old wood floors
The smell of cobbler cooling on the
Racks just like the years before
My heights marked on the back wall
Hard to believe once I
Was that tall, and it was
Proof we were living'
Just a drawer in the kitchen
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories
If I could turn back time, just rewind
Be that kid just one more time
Escape the fate of growing up
And when times are getting tough
It's these little things that just
Seem to save me
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
Yeah these little things they just
Seem to save me
A junk drawer full of memories
It's that junk drawer full of memories
Oh memories
Nick nacks, playing cards, A
Ball and jack, fishing line, a hacky sack
My grandpa's favourite Indians cap
Memories worth reminiscing from the
Drawer in the kitchen
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories
Last time these boots walked
Through this backdoor
Cross the creaky old wood floors
The smell of cobbler cooling on the
Racks just like the years before
My heights marked on the back wall
Hard to believe once I
Was that tall, and it was
Proof we were living'
Just a drawer in the kitchen
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories
If I could turn back time, just rewind
Be that kid just one more time
Escape the fate of growing up
And when times are getting tough
It's these little things that just
Seem to save me
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories
Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was 5 years old and and
T-Ball in the front yard with mom
And dad, my hair was wild, My swing was bad
It's these little things that just
Seem to remind me
Yeah these little things they just
Seem to save me
A junk drawer full of memories
It's that junk drawer full of memories
Oh memories