Lifelines - Rodney Atkins

I packed up my pick-up at 17

With uncle Bob’s old Martin guitar and a dream

Went from singin' in church

To singin' for tips in a honky tonk

Till I became a jukebox flash

Play anything from Zeppelin to Cash

As a hard headed hard livin'

Cover singin' cover of my own self

Forgot who I was and where I was from

Then early one morning my daddy showed up

Lifelines

Where would we be without lifelines

When we’re lost at sea

The devil’s got you thinking

That the boat ain’t sinking

But you’re boots are getting wet

That’s the thing about lifelines

They tell you the truth

When you won’t reach you have to get a hold of you

You’re lucky to find a few in your lifetime

Thank God for lifelines

These days I come home

Every Sunday afternoon

Mama always says «I was just thinking about you

How’s my favorite son?»

«Say, you mean your only one?

Oh I’m good, almost as good as your gravy»

She said, «Your sister stops by with her kids everyday

But the horse has been tough

They’re gonna be OK

Your daddy keeps them busy watching Barbers on the Water

Let some castor cares away»

She said, «Son I know you gotta make money

But don’t forget to make time

To slow down and stop by

Have a real piece of pie, here»

Lifelines

Where would we be without lifelines

When we’re lost at sea

The devil’s got you thinking

That the boat ain’t sinking

But you’re boots are getting wet

That’s the thing about lifelines

They tell you the truth

When you won’t reach you have to get a hold of you

You’re lucky to find a few in your lifetime

So thank God for lifelines

Where would we be without lifelines

When we’re lost at sea

The devil’s got you thinking

That the boat ain’t sinking

But you’re boots are sure getting wet

That’s the thing about lifelines

They tell you the truth

When you won’t reach you have to get a hold of you

You’re lucky to find a few in your lifetime

So thank God for lifelines

Thank God for lifelines