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