Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm not trying to complain, I'm so thankful for what I got 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 gets 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 'em see me sweat I'll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets And if my stress gets too high then I'll take a step outside Embrace the sounds the nature makes my backyard lullaby [Chorus] Listen to the crickets sing The rattle of a dog chain Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees And the creak of the weather vane Sittin' 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 [Verse 2] What you know about that country life? Real country, kill a swine usin' nothin' but a knife Back porch-sittin', sippin' strong up out your cup Take a dip of Southern snuff, spit it out, you'll feel that buzz Yeah, some people don't know what it takes to be a real dude I wear these boots under my feet because I have to Trekkin' through the muddy swamp, my baby's got a dump She keep them Daisies cut short, then when she takes 'em off You ever made a run through town holdin' 'bout eighty Masons? You ever seen a still that run outside of central nation? Y'all watchin' television, we really do the shit Come out, I'll prove it to ya, now, go on, listen in [Chorus] Listen to the crickets sing The rattle of a dog chain Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees And the creak of the weather vane Sittin' 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 [Verse 3] Like every other working man, I go through trying times When responsibilities weigh 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 whip-poor-wills start singin' I love listening to forget the way that I'm feeling The sounds I hear at night I don't notice in the day All the dog's barking loud like they got something to say Engines in the diesel trucks are roaring down the highway I feel the bass beating in speakers a mile away If my tension starts to rise, I gotta be outside That's the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby [Chorus] Listen to the crickets sing The rattle of a dog chain Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees And the creak of the weather vane Sittin' 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 a dog chain Listen to the southbound breeze just creeping through the trees And the creak of the weather vane Sittin' 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