One, two, three, four. ♪♪ ♪ Tonka trucks and GI Joes, jumpin' those hills with Luke and Bo. ♪ ♪ Plastic cap guns and a swimmin' hole, don't get no dirt on your church clothes. ♪ ♪ Win or lose, we cheer for the Braves, ten percent in the offering plate. ♪ ♪ Sunday chicken and a NASCAR race, sure be nice to get back to that place. ♪ ♪ There was dirt on daddy's clothes, puttin' that bacon on mama's stove. ♪ ♪ Old dog barkin' in the yard at a truck we don't know, all we had was us. ♪ ♪ Had a little bitty house and a lot of love, we had it all when we didn't have much. ♪ ♪ Eighteen left it all behind, chasin' a girl, chasin' a dime. ♪ ♪ Went so far to try to get mine, I can't see that old porch light, lettin' me home at night. ♪ ♪ There was dirt on daddy's clothes, puttin' that bacon on mama's stove. ♪ ♪ Old dog barkin' in the yard at a truck we don't know, all we had was us. ♪ ♪ Had a little bitty house and a lot of love, we had it all when we didn't have much. When we didn't have much. ♪ ♪ I can still hear grandma readin' that red letter book of John. I can still smell coffee in the kitchen with old Don Williams on. ♪ ♪ And there was dirt on daddy's clothes, puttin' that bacon on mama's stove. Old dog barkin' in the yard at a truck we don't know, all we had was us. ♪ ♪ Had a little bitty house and a lot of love, we had it all when we didn't have much. Had it all when we didn't have much. Little bitty house and a lot of love, we had it all when we didn't have much. ♪ ♪