The Boy Who Played in the Dirt Songtext
von Folkknot

I am a man without much a brain
I can′t find a rhyme but I still want to sing
Songs about the world I have loved, but writing songs is hard

So I'll keep a head on my shoulders, for now
I′ll drive outside town with my windows rolled down
Passing by trees and all the green things, the hills, the cows

And sometimes i'll write of things i have seen
But mostly I'll write about things that I dream
Through sleepy days and waking nights, it′s nice to dream

But I still have got quite a long book to write
It′s hard to decide how to write it just right
I've just now begun, but god it′s been fun, i can't wait to write more


And when I decide how I′ll spend my life I'll go
Because all of my dreams they split at the seams you know
I′ll never wake up, I'll keep my eyes shut, I can see
It's Better in here than anywhere else I could be
I am free

I was the boy who played in the dirt
Skinned knees and elbows and stains on my shirt
I played in the yard without much regard for the bugs I jarred

I was the boy with no cares in the world
Dreams in my head underneath towhead curls
Life′s coming in fast, I know it can′t last, what a long year

And when I decide how I'll spend my life I′ll go
Because all of my dreams they split at the seams you know
I'll never wake up, I′ll keep my eyes shut, I can see
It's Better in here than anywhere else I could be
I am free

I′m still the boy who plays in the dirt
With skinned knees and elbows and stains on my shirt