Kicking Stones

I remember sitting in my old man’s truck Watching him and all the other men Down on their luck Standing around a fire Fighting off the cold Smokin, swearin, kickin stones You know hard times They turn a good man bad Make him do things Out of anger He wish he’d never had And me and mama Wed watch him rolling home Smokin, swearin, kickin stones Kickin stones Kickin stones Down a long Windin road There was smoking, swearin, kickin stones All the dark days Turn into years And all the hard times They sure stole a lot of tears But there came a time When I had to move on From the smoking, swearin, kickin stones Kickin stones Kickin stones Down a long winding road Brought me here Brought me home Where two boys Broke my home They come running They come laughing When I start singing They start dancing We go walking hand in hand Kickin stones Kickin stones Kickin stones