Lyrics

Momma told me son
Don’t be afraid
As I slipped on my bag
I’m her Chevrolet
Walked towards the school
With her hand holding mine
A few years later I was 17
Playing the state game
Going for that ring
Dad told me son you will be just fine
Than we fought under the lights
And man lost 14 to 9
Well I’m just growing up
And sure ain’t gettin old
Tryin' to find my way through life
On a windy two lane road
Learning everyday
How live and how to pray
To keep my love one’s safe
And stay on the straight and narrow
Man this life that I live
It ain’t short of a miracle
He said,
Before you know it,
30 will come around quick,
Build a house on the outskirts
And have a couple of kids,
Play catch with the boys
And teach them how to hunt
And how to bait a hook
And when they ask me dad
has it always been this good
Well I’m just growing up
And sure ain’t gettin old
Tryin' to find my way through life
On a windy two lane road
Learning everyday
How live and how to pray
To keep my love one’s safe
And stay on the straight and narrow
Man this life that I live
It ain’t short of a miracle
Now daddy’s fading away in his room
And I ask him dad
How did you make it through
Well I’m still growing up
But son I’m gettin old
Tryin' to find my way through life
Now I’ve hit the end of the road
Still Learning everyday
How live and how to pray
To keep my love one’s safe
And stay on the straight and narrow
Man this life I lived
Yea this life I lived
It ain’t short of a Miracle
Written by: Cole Phillips, Reid Nichols, William Nichols
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