Johnny Reid - Kicking Stones lyrics

I remember sitting in my old man’s truck Watching him and all the other men down on their luck Standing around a fire fighting off the cold. Smoking. Swearing. Kicking stones You know hard times turn a good man bad. Make him do things out of anger. Wish he’d never had. Me and mama would watch him roll in home. Smoking. Swearing. Kicking stones. Smoking. Swearing. Kicking stones. Smoking. Swearing. Kicking stones. All the dark days turn into years. Down a long winding road. They were smoking, swearing, kicking stones All the dark days turn into years. And all the hard times they sure stole a lot of tears But there came a time when I had to move on from the smoking, swearing, kicking stones. Kicking stones. Kicking stones. Down a long and winding road brought me here Brought me home. Where two boys of my own They come running They come laughing. When I start singing they start dancing. We go walking hand in hand. Kicking stones Kicking stones Kicking stones.