Little Again

Riding along in a little red wagon
 Papa tells jokes just to keep us a-laughing
 Attached to the back of that dirty old rusty John Deere
 We bump along through the dirt in the garden
 Our knees all bruised up
 And feet just as hard as the rocks in the creek bed
 We walk on for hours on end
 It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
 We wandered down every trail on that hillside
 Learned every lesson by light of the fireflies
 Creek's kinda cold, don't tip-toe, you gotta jump in
 When I get lonely I dream of the valley
 Kid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy
 Muscadine vines and the maple trees catchin' the wind
 It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
 It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city
 With nothin' but home on your mind
 And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing
 Like all the ones you've left behind
 Now we're all grown and our ways have parted
 But in Happy Valley is where it all started
 It still has my heart, resting between those two hills
 I travel the world and I see lots of places
 Sing lots of songs to all kinds of faces
 But that don't compare to adventures I had way back when
 It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
 It's one of those days when you wake up in some broken city
 With nothin' but home on your mind
 And all of these days when they add up, they amount to nothing
 Like all the ones you've left behind
 It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
 It's one of those days where I wanna be little again
 It's one of those days where I wanna be little