The Secret Sisters - Little Again lyrics
[The Secret Sisters - Little Again lyrics]
Riding along in a little red wagon
Papa tells jokes just to keep us a laughing
Attached to the back of that
Dirty old rusty John Deere
We bump along through the dirt in the garden
Our knees all bruised up and feet just as
Hard as the rocks in the creek bed
We walk on for hours on end
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
We wandered down every trail on that hillside
Learned every lesson by the
Light of the fireflies
Creek's kinda cold, don't tip-toe
You gotta jump in
When I get lonely I dream of the valley
Kid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy
Muscadine vines and the maple
Trees catching the wind
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days when you
Wake up in some broken city
With nothing but home on your mind
And all of these days when they add up
They amount to nothing
Like all the ones you've left behind
Now we're all grown and our ways have parted
But in Happy Valley is where it all started
It still has my heart resting
Between those two hills
I travel the world and see lots of places
Sing lots of songs to all kinds of faces
But that don't compare to adventures
I had way back when
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days when you
Wake up in some broken city
With nothing but home on your mind
And all of these days when they add up
They amount to nothing
Like all the ones you've left behind
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days where
I want to be little
Papa tells jokes just to keep us a laughing
Attached to the back of that
Dirty old rusty John Deere
We bump along through the dirt in the garden
Our knees all bruised up and feet just as
Hard as the rocks in the creek bed
We walk on for hours on end
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
We wandered down every trail on that hillside
Learned every lesson by the
Light of the fireflies
Creek's kinda cold, don't tip-toe
You gotta jump in
When I get lonely I dream of the valley
Kid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy
Muscadine vines and the maple
Trees catching the wind
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days when you
Wake up in some broken city
With nothing but home on your mind
And all of these days when they add up
They amount to nothing
Like all the ones you've left behind
Now we're all grown and our ways have parted
But in Happy Valley is where it all started
It still has my heart resting
Between those two hills
I travel the world and see lots of places
Sing lots of songs to all kinds of faces
But that don't compare to adventures
I had way back when
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days when you
Wake up in some broken city
With nothing but home on your mind
And all of these days when they add up
They amount to nothing
Like all the ones you've left behind
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days where I
Want to be little again
It's one of those days where
I want to be little