Backyard Lullaby (feat. Noah Gordon)

I'm not trying to complain I'm so thankful for what Igot I work my fingers to the bone, but these bills they never stop No matter how much overtime I get, it ain't quite enough The mortgage get's late, something breaks And that's when the times get tough And bad things come in threes But I wish that wasn't true 'Cause I don't think I can take another after this one and two There's still a roof over our head and plenty of food to eat Clean clothes for both of the kids, socks and shoes on their feet And they got no idea, I'll never let them see me sweat I'll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets And if my stress gets to high, then I'll take a step outside Embrace the sounds the nature makes in my backyard lullaby Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain Listen to the south-bound breeze just creeping through the trees And the creek of the weather vane Sitting in my lawn chair sending up a little prayer I need some answers tonight Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul One more time with the backyard lullaby Like every other working man, I go through trying times When responsibilities rain heavy on my mind And I just need to get away and take a walk outside I don't need no flashlight, I got stars and moonshine Then the breeze starts whistling, the whippoorwill start singing I love listening to forget the way I'm feeling 'Cause sounds I hear at night, I don't notice in the day All the dogs barking loud like they got something to say Engines in the diesel trucks roaring down the highway I feel the bass beating in speakers a mile away If my tension starts to rise, I got to be outside That's the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain Listen to the south-bound breeze just creeping through the trees And the creek of the weather vane Sitting in my lawn chair sending up a little prayer I need some answers tonight Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul One more time with the backyard lullaby Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain Listen to the south-bound breeze just creeping through the trees And the creek of the weather vane Sitting in my lawn chair sending up a little prayer I need some answers tonight Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul One more time with the backyard lullaby