Lifelines Songtext
von 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

'Til 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 your 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 every day
But the horse has been tough, they're gonna be okay"
Your daddy keeps them busy watching Barbers on the Water
Let some castor cares away
Then 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 your 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 your 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


Whoa-oh
Thank God for lifelines