Backyard Lullaby - Demun Jones, Noah Gordon

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

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

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

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