Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Shifted a stack of drywall sheets Found a box beneath the seats Dusty tape and a Sharpie smear Hidden away for twenty years Pulled out that old Rawlings hide Felt the ghost of the boy inside [Pre-Chorus] Still smells like neatsfoot oil And a summer’s worth of toil It fits a little tighter now But I remember every row [Chorus] Chipped concrete and cherry soda cans Dirt on our knees and grease on our hands Coach Miller’s whistle on a silver chain I can almost hear him call my name Just a simple life, a lucky man Grateful for the way the dirt ran [Post-Chorus] Yeah, the dirt ran Steady and slow Just like the radio [Verse] Sunkist cans in a rusted bin Waiting for the ninth to begin Dobro’s crying in my head Thinking 'bout the things he said “Keep your eye on the seam, son” Before the long day was done [Pre-Chorus] Sun sinking low and gold Stories that never get old I’m thirty-eight and doing fine Just a little further down the line [Chorus] Chipped concrete and cherry soda cans Dirt on our knees and grease on our hands Coach Miller’s whistle on a silver chain I can almost hear him call my name Just a simple life, a lucky man Grateful for the way the dirt ran [Bridge] My hands are calloused from the trade From every foundation I have laid But sliding on that pocket tonight Everything feels just about right No drama in the rearview mirror Just making the picture a little clearer [Hook] It’s the small things in the quiet The peace after the riot Yeah, it’s the small things [Verse] I’ll put the glove back on the shelf Found a little piece of my old self The Telecaster’s twanging low Reminding me of where I go Garage light flickers on the wall I’m glad I found it after all [Chorus] Chipped concrete and cherry soda cans Dirt on our knees and grease on our hands Coach Miller’s whistle on a silver chain I can almost hear him call my name Just a simple life, a lucky man Grateful for the way the dirt ran [Post-Chorus] Yeah, the dirt ran Steady and slow Just like the radio [Outro]
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