I′m not trying to complain

I'm so thankful for what Igot

I work my fingers to the bone, but these bills they never stopNo matter how much overtime I get, it ain′t quite enough

The mortgage get's late, something breaks

And that's when the times get tough

And bad things come in threes

But I wish that wasn′t true

′Cause I don't think I can take another after this one and two

There′s still a roof over our head and plenty of food to eat

Clean clothes for both of the kids, socks and shoes on their feet

And they got no idea, I'll never let them see me sweat

I′ll do what I got to do to make it right with no regrets

And if my stress gets to high, then I'll take a step outside

Embrace the sounds the nature makes in my backyard lullaby

Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain

Listen to the south-bound breeze just creeping through the trees

And the creek of the weather vane

Sitting in my lawn chair sending up a little prayer

I need some answers tonight

Turn my troubles down low, Lord soothe my soul

One more time with the backyard lullaby

Like every other working man, I go through trying times

When responsibilities rain heavy on my mind

And I just need to get away and take a walk outside

I don′t need no flashlight, I got stars and moonshine

Then the breeze starts whistling, the whippoorwill start singing

I love listening to forget the way I'm feeling

'Cause sounds I hear at night, I don′t notice in the day

All the dogs barking loud like they got something to say

Engines in the diesel trucks roaring down the highway

I feel the bass beating in speakers a mile away

If my tension starts to rise, I got to be outside

That′s the only place I can hear my backyard lullaby

Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain

Listen to the south-bound breeze just creeping through the trees

And the creek of the weather vane

Sitting in my lawn chair sending up a little prayer

I need some answers tonight

Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul

One more time with the backyard lullaby

Listen to the crickets sing, the rattle of the dog chain

Listen to the south-bound breeze just creeping through the trees

And the creek of the weather vane

Sitting in my lawn chair sending up a little prayer

I need some answers tonight

Turn my troubles down low, Lord, soothe my soul

One more time with the backyard lullaby