Rodney Atkins - Lifelines Lyrics
I packed up my pick-up at 17With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dreamWent from singin' in churchTo singin' for tips in a honky tonkTill I became a jukebox flashPlay anything from Zeppelin to CashAs a hard headed hard livin'Cover singin' cover of my own selfForgot who I was and where I was fromThen early one morning my daddy showed upLifelinesWhere would we be without lifelinesWhen we're lost at seaThe devil's got you thinkingThat the boat ain't sinkingBut you're boots are getting wetThat's the thing about lifelinesThey tell you the truthWhen you won't reach you have to get a hold of youYou're lucky to find a few in your lifetimeThank God for lifelinesThese days I come homeEvery Sunday afternoonMama always says "I was just thinking about youHow's my favorite son?""Say, you mean your only one?Oh I'm good, almost as good as your gravy"She said, "Your sister stops by with her kids everydayBut the horse has been toughThey're gonna be OKYour daddy keeps them busy watching Barbers on the WaterLet some castor cares away"She said, "Son I know you gotta make moneyBut don't forget to make timeTo slow down and stop byHave a real piece of pie, here"LifelinesWhere would we be without lifelinesWhen we're lost at seaThe devil's got you thinkingThat the boat ain't sinkingBut you're boots are getting wetThat's the thing about lifelinesThey tell you the truthWhen you won't reach you have to get a hold of youYou're lucky to find a few in your lifetimeSo thank God for lifelinesWhere would we be without lifelinesWhen we're lost at seaThe devil's got you thinkingThat the boat ain't sinkingBut you're boots are sure getting wetThat's the thing about lifelinesThey tell you the truthWhen you won't reach you have to get a hold of youYou're lucky to find a few in your lifetimeSo thank God for lifelinesThank God for lifelines
