Little Again

[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Bridge]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Bridge]

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

[Outro]

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