One minute you're taking your first breath, and you're a stick on a family tree.
Next minute you're taking your first step, and granddaddy's saying you're growing like a weed.
You blink and wake up in junior high, falling in love with a rock and roll song.
You come home telling your mama, come on, I want to grow my hair out long.
Ain't that kind of how life goes?
Soon as you show up here, all you do is grow.
Like a kid into his daddy's boots, like that corn toward the end of June.
When it rains and it's John Deere.
It rains like it rains when you're 16.
Rolling down Freedom Road, like the love in your heart from the first time you kissed her.
The baby in her arms, yeah, it don't ever stop.
Man, it just goes.
No matter how much you've done or how much you think, you know, we all got room to grow.
To grow.
The real world hits and you start to get that money.
Don't grow old dreams.
The bills get tall and your pride gets small till you fall down on your knees.
Sometimes life and love get a little bit tough, but God knows that's exactly what you need right now to grow.
Like a kid into his daddy's boots, like that corn toward the end of June.
When it rains and it's John Deere.
It rains like it rains when you're 16.
Rolling down Freedom Road, like the love in your heart from the first time you kissed her.
The baby in her arms, yeah, it don't ever stop.
Man, it just goes.
No matter how much you've done or how much you think, you know, we all got room to grow.
To grow.
To grow.
To grow.





To grow.
To grow.
To grow.
To grow like a kid into his daddy's boots, like that corn toward the end of June.
When it rains and it's John Deere green, like it rains when you're 16.
Rolling down Freedom Road, like the love in your heart from the first time you kissed her.
The baby in her arms, yeah, it don't ever stop.
And it just goes
No matter how much you don't
Or how much you think you know
We all got room to grow
Yeah, there's always room to grow
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