Riding along in a little red wagon
Papa tells jokes just to keep us a'laughin
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 rocks in the creekbed we walk on for hours on end
It's one of those days where I want to be little again
We wander down every trail on that hillside
Learned every lesson by light of the fireflies
Creek's kind of cold, gonna tiptoe, you gotta jump in
When I get lonely, I dream of the valley
Kid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy
Busted down barns and the maple trees catching the wind
It's one of those days where I want to 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, amount to 'nothin
like all the ones you left behind
Now we're all grown and all ways a-parted
But in Happy Valley is where it all started
It still has my heart resting between those two hills
I've traveled the world and I've seen 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 want to 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, amount to 'nothin
like all the ones you left behind
It's one of those days where I want to be little again
It's one of those days where I want to be little again
Artist: Pixie Lott
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