Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Swift
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Swift
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Fell
Producer
Songteksten
We made our own fun on a hills hoist carousel
And running through a sprinkler when the days were hot as hell
Fishing tadpoles out of Nanna's dam, picking raspberry from the cane
Setting up a road side stall though no-one ever came
When a nightmare woke you, you'd scramble to my bed
I'd act put out but truth be told it's a pleasure to protect ya
You're a little less dependent these days
But I've always got your back and that'll never change
We laughed, we cried,
We yelled until our voices died
We cursed, we sang
We raced to the kitchen when the telephone rang
Despite the times we'd disagree
I hope it weren't all bad
Growing up with me
I never told the old man I seen you smoking by the stable
But I double checked them butts were out so you wouldn't burn the place down
I couldn't tell you then, but it scared me half to death
When you snuck a fifth of whiskey and blacked out drinking with your friends
You were always a little more wild
Ain't it funny how the same roof raised up you and I
We laughed, we cried,
We yelled until our voices died
We cursed, we sang
We raced to the kitchen when the telephone rang
Despite the times we'd disagree
I hope it weren't all bad
Growing up with me
You were always a little more wild
Ain't it funny how the same roof raised up you and I
We laughed, we cried,
We yelled until our voices died
We cursed, we sang
We raced to the kitchen when the telephone rang
Despite the times we'd disagree
I've got more good than sad memories
I hope it weren't all bad
Growing up with me
Written by: Andrew Swift

