Lyrics

[Verse 1: Demun Jones] I'm not tryin' 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 get's 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 them see me sweat I'll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets And if my stress gets to high then I will take a step outside Embrace the sounds the nature makes my backyard lullaby [Chorus: Noah Gordon] Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain Listen to the southbound breeze just creepin' through the trees And the creak of the weather vein 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: Demun Jones] Like every other workin' man I go through tryin' times When responsibilities weight 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 Than the breeze starts whistlin', the whippoorwill starts singin' I love listenin' to forget the way that I'm feelin' 'Cause sounds I hear at night I don't notice in the day All the dogs barkin' loud like they got something to say Engines in the diesel trucks roaring down the highway I feel bass beatin' in speakers a mile away If my tension starts to rise I got to be outside That's the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby [Chorus: Noah Gordon] Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain Listen to the southbound breeze just creepin' through the trees And the creak of the weather vein Sittin' in my long 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 the dog chain Listen to the southbound breeze just creepin' through the trees And the creak of the weather vein Sittin' in my long 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