Acoustic Folk Art 3, Track 3, 03:48
When I Was Younger
Can’t say I always used good sense
When I was younger
There always seemed to be in me
A restless kind of hunger
Sometimes wonder
That I’m still alive today
Bet you could say the same
In your own way
So, I give thanks for everyday
That I’m blessed to live
I will not for granted take
What I have to give
Cause I’m a boy from Missouri
Raised in the hills
And you better believe
There’s a part of me still
That’s runnin’ through the woods
Laughin’ in the wind
Stackin’ up bales as fast as I can
Weedin’ strawberry’s
Splittin’ up wood
Grandpa said, Terry
Are you feedin’ him good?
Grandma used to
Bounce me up and down on her knee
Yeah, that’s just about
All there is to me
Momma helped me catch fireflies
And to look up at the stars
Dad taught me how to fix things
And he bought my first guitar
More important than anything
They taught me how to pray
To the God who sent His Son to save
Gave His life, 'rose from the grave
So, I give thanks for everyday
That I’m blessed to live
I will not for granted take
What I have to give
Cause I’m a boy from Missouri
Raised in the hills
And you better believe
There’s a part of me still
That’s runnin’ through the woods
Laughin’ in the wind
Stackin’ up bales as fast as I can
Weedin’ strawberry’s
Splittin’ up wood
Grandpa said, Terry
Are you feedin’ him good?
Grandma used to
Bounce me up and down on her knee
Yeah, that’s just about
All there is to me
<harmonica break>
So, I give thanks for everyday
That I’m blessed to live
I will not for granted take
What I have to give
Cause I’m a boy from Missouri
Raised in the hills
And you better believe
There’s a part of me still
That’s runnin’ through the woods
Laughin’ in the wind
Stackin’ up bales as fast as I can
Weedin’ strawberry’s
Splittin’ up wood
Grandpa said, Terry
Are you feedin’ him good?
Grandma used to
Bounce me up and down on her knee
Yeah, that’s just about
All there is to me
Can’t say I always used good sense
When I was younger
There always seemed to be in me
A restless kind of hunger
Sometimes wonder
That I’m still alive today
Bet you could say the same
In your own way
So, I give thanks for everyday
That I’m blessed to live
I will not for granted take
What I have to give
Cause I’m a boy from Missouri
Raised in the hills
And you better believe
There’s a part of me still
That’s runnin’ through the woods
Laughin’ in the wind
Stackin’ up bales as fast as I can
Weedin’ strawberry’s
Splittin’ up wood
Grandpa said, Terry
Are you feedin’ him good?
Grandma used to
Bounce me up and down on her knee
Yeah, that’s just about
All there is to me
Momma helped me catch fireflies
And to look up at the stars
Dad taught me how to fix things
And he bought my first guitar
More important than anything
They taught me how to pray
To the God who sent His Son to save
Gave His life, 'rose from the grave
So, I give thanks for everyday
That I’m blessed to live
I will not for granted take
What I have to give
Cause I’m a boy from Missouri
Raised in the hills
And you better believe
There’s a part of me still
That’s runnin’ through the woods
Laughin’ in the wind
Stackin’ up bales as fast as I can
Weedin’ strawberry’s
Splittin’ up wood
Grandpa said, Terry
Are you feedin’ him good?
Grandma used to
Bounce me up and down on her knee
Yeah, that’s just about
All there is to me
<harmonica break>
So, I give thanks for everyday
That I’m blessed to live
I will not for granted take
What I have to give
Cause I’m a boy from Missouri
Raised in the hills
And you better believe
There’s a part of me still
That’s runnin’ through the woods
Laughin’ in the wind
Stackin’ up bales as fast as I can
Weedin’ strawberry’s
Splittin’ up wood
Grandpa said, Terry
Are you feedin’ him good?
Grandma used to
Bounce me up and down on her knee
Yeah, that’s just about
All there is to me
Song Notes
An autobiography song about growing up in south Missouri, learning how to work with your hands, keeping perspective and staying grateful.
An autobiography song about growing up in south Missouri, learning how to work with your hands, keeping perspective and staying grateful.
Song Credits
Words and music by Mark Lehnhoff [2006]
Guitar, Harmonica and Vocals: Mark Lehnhoff
Violin: Alana Carithers
Flute: Guilherme Andreas
Piano: Josh Woods
Recorded and mixed by Josh Woods, J2 Music Productions, Louisa, Virginia
Produced by Josh Woods and Mark Lehnhoff
Album Artwork: Rob Hatem
Copyright 2006, 2017
Lester Chester Music, LLC
All Rights Reserved
Words and music by Mark Lehnhoff [2006]
Guitar, Harmonica and Vocals: Mark Lehnhoff
Violin: Alana Carithers
Flute: Guilherme Andreas
Piano: Josh Woods
Recorded and mixed by Josh Woods, J2 Music Productions, Louisa, Virginia
Produced by Josh Woods and Mark Lehnhoff
Album Artwork: Rob Hatem
Copyright 2006, 2017
Lester Chester Music, LLC
All Rights Reserved
