Toys In The Dirt

It was blonde hair bleached by the summer

Inside only when it thundered

Or when mama yelled it’s time to eat

It was broke glass me and my brother

Couldn’t help but stay in trouble

That backyard was packed full of memories

Oh it’s crazy how when I look back I still see

Toys in the dirt a ball in a field

Knees skinned up on a red clay hill

Bike down a gravel road we rode to meet the bus sometimes

A four-wheeler buzz long summer days

Digging them holes for a post to get paid

No I wouldn’t change growing up that way

No shoes no shirt and toys in the dirt

(No shoes no shirt and toys in the dirt)

It was old clothes we wore to get dirty

A green hose when we were thirsty

The same one we used to cool off with

Oh there’s different ways of being raised

But the one we lived was

Toys in the dirt a ball in a field

Knees skinned up on a red clay hill

Bike down a gravel road we rode to meet the bus sometimes

A four-wheeler buzz long summer days

Digging them holes for a post to get paid

No I wouldn’t change growing up that way

No shoes no shirt and toys in the dirt (oh)

(No shoes no shirt and toys in the dirt)

Now we’re raising young’uns in a corner of a countryside

Yeah I can’t help but smile when I pull in that gravel drive

And see toys in the dirt a ball in a field

Knees skinned up on a red clay hill

Bike down a gravel road we rode to meet the bus sometimes

A four-wheeler buzz long summer days

Digging them holes for a post to get paid

No I wouldn’t change growing up that way

No shoes no shirt and toys in the dirt

No I wouldn’t have it any other way

No shoes no shirt and toys in the dirt (yeah)

(No shoes no shirt and toys in the dirt)