Little Again

C Em F G C

C
Riding along in a little red wagon
Papa tells jokes just to keep us a'laughing
  F                                               C
Attached to the back of that dirty old rusty John Deere
C
We bump along through the dirt in the garden
    Em                                                F
Our knees all bruised up and feet just as hard as the rocks in the creek
                            C
Bed we walk on for hours on end

     G                         F                  C
It's one of those days where I want to be little again

C
We wandered down every trail on that hillside
Em
Learned every lesson by the light of the fireflies
F                                                 C
Creek's kinda cold, don't tip-toe, you gotta jump in
C
When I get lonely I dream of the valley
Em
Kid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy
F                                                C
Muscadine vines and the maple trees catching the wind

     G                         F                  C
It's one of those days where I want to be little again

                  Am                       F
It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city
     C                        G
With nothing but home on your mind
                 Am                          F
And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing
     C                          G
Like all the ones you've left behind

C
Now we're all grown and always of parted
But in Happy Valley is where it all started
   F                                            Am   G
It still has my heart resting between those two hills
  C
I travel the world and see lots of places
Em
Sing lots of songs to all kinds of faces
    F                                               C
But that don't compare to adventures I had way back when

     G                         F                  C
It's one of those days where I want to be little again

                  Am                       F
It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city
     C                        G
With nothing but home on your mind
                 Am                          F
And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing
     C                          G
Like all the ones you've left behind

     G                         F                  C
It's one of those days where I want to be little again
     G                         F                  C
It's one of those days where I want to be little again
     G                         F
It's one of those days where I want to be little

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