Little Again

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