I remember, sitting in my old mans truck,
Watching him and all the other men,
Down on their luck.
Standing around the fire,
Fighting off the cold.
Smokin swearin kickin stones.
You know hard times,
Can turn a good man bad.
Make him do things,
Out of anger, he wish hed never had.
And me and momma,
Wed watch him rollin home.
Smokin, swearin kickin stones.
Kickinstones, kickinstones
Down a long windin road.
They were smokin swearin kickin stones.
Solo of music
All the dark days,
Turned into years.
And all the hard times,
They sure stoled a lot of tears
But there came a time,
When I had to move on.
From the smoki, swearin, kickin stones
Kickinstones, kickinstones
Down a long windin road.
Brought me here, brought me home
With 2 boys, of my own
They come runnin,
They come laughin,
When I start singin
They start dancin
We go walkin
Hand in hand,
Kickin stones
2 more times
Kickin stones