Big Boy Toys - Aaron Tippin

I’d hook my wagon to my trike and i’d head across the yard

To my big sandbox where i worked real hard

Playing all day with my little toy trucks

Backhoes, bulldozers, earth-moving stuff

That was my whole life when i was a kid

But when i grew up, i guess i never really did — i like

Big boy toys, motors and lights

Knobs and switches and four-wheel-drive

Running up the road or crawling across the farm

And when they broke down, i jack them up in the yard

Pull out my tools, my pride and joy

Man, you gotta love them big boy toys

Now, sometimes baby just can’t understand

The mud on my boots and the grease on my hands

I try to explain how it makes me feel

The awesome power of my hands on the wheel

If i can’t find the words to set things right

I just scoot over and i lt my baby drive — she likes

Yeah, its boats and cars, tractors and trucks

Gasoline and diesel fuel running through my blood —

I like them

Man, you gotta live them big boy toys

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