Johnny Reid  Kicking Stones
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I remember sittin' in my old mans truck…watchin' him and all the other men
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Down on their luck…standin' around the fire
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Fightin off the cold…Smokin', swearin', kickin stones

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You know hard times…can turn a good man bad
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Make him do things out of anger, wish he'd never had
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Me and mama would watch him rollin' home
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Smokin, swearin, kickin stones


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Kickin stones, kickin stones down a long winding road
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They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones


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All the dark days turn into years
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And all the hard times they've sure stole a lot of tears
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But there came a time where I had to move on 
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From the smokin, swearin, kicking stones 


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Kickin stones, kickin stones down a long winding road
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Brought me here brought me home
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With two boys of my own
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They come running they come laughing
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When I start singing they start dancing
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We go walking hand in hand
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Kickin stones…kickin stones
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Kickin stones