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Riding along in a little red wagon
Papa tells jokes just to keep us a-laughing
Attached to the back of that dirty old rusty John Deere
We bump along through the dirt in the garden
Our knees all bruised up
And feet just as hard as the rocks in the creek bed
We walk on for hours on end
It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
We wandered down every trail on that hillside
Learned every lesson by light of the fireflies
Creek's kinda cold, don't tip-toe, you gotta jump in
When I get lonely I dream of the valley
Kid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy
Muscadine vines and the maple trees catchin' the wind
It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city
With nothin' but home on your mind
And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing
Like all the ones you've left behind
Now we're all grown and our ways have parted
But in Happy Valley is where it all started
It still has my heart, resting between those two hills
I travel the world and I see lots of places
Sing lots of songs to all kinds of faces
But that don't compare to adventures I had way back when
It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city
With nothin' but home on your mind
And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing
Like all the ones you've left behind
It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
It's one of those days where I wanna be little
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