When I close my eyes I can still recall
Kids in the front yard playin′ kickball
Fallin' down hard, skinnin′ my knee
Hearnin' my momma say to me:
"Son, everything's be okay.
Tears were made to wash the hurt away.
Life is full of these kind of days
Everything′s gonna be okay."
Well there′s a tire swing swayin' back and forth
Twirlin′ around in the wind
And I'd take me a ride if the rope watn′t tied up high on a rotten limb
And from the mailbox back to the barbwire fence
This used to be my domain
Somethin' draws me here when I′m feelin' low
It's kinda hard for me to explain
When I close my eyes I can still recall
Kids in the front yard playin′ kickball
Fallin′ down hard, skinnin' my knee
Hearnin′ my momma say to me:
"Son, everything's be okay.
Tears were made to wash the hurt away.
Life is full of these kind of days
Everything′s gonna be okay."
When I close my eyes I can still recall
Kids in the front yard playin′ kickball
Fallin′ down hard, skinnin' my knee
Hearnin′ my momma say to me:
"Son, everything's be okay.
Tears were made to wash the hurt away.
Life is full of these kind of days
Everything′s gonna be okay."