Lifelines

Rodney Atkins

I packed up my pick-up at seventeen
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