We got the biggest dog you ever saw
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Sprawled on the porch coolin' off
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Down at our place,
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His name is Ace
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We got the humming birds comin in
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Hittin those sugar water feeders
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Then buzzin off again
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Floatin in the wind
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Then the sunset melts into a line of pines
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Yeah life is slow out here,
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But it sure suits me fine
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[Chorus]
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Cause it's the simple things that strum my strings
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The baby crys the moma sings her back to sleep
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Ohh it sounds so sweet
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Its puttin in a hard days work,
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Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
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It's a friends and family gathering
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A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring
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Yeah it's the simple things
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Yeah
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Like takin my boy to the river on Sundays
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Huntin Tadpoles and Indian money
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And I just laugh,
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While is flipflops splash
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Then we spray em off cause we don't want chiggers
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Baitin our hooks with chicken liver
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Goin yellow cat fishin
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A little whisker lip rippin
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I love it when he says daddy give me five
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And watchin him grunt and grin while hes reelin in
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That flat head on his line
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[Chorus]
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It's the simple things that strum my strings
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The baby crys the moma sings her back to sleep
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Ohh it sounds so sweet
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Its puttin in a hard days work,
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Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
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It's a friends and family gathering
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A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring
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Yeahh it's the simple things,
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It's the simple things
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Its feelin thankful just lookin at the stars
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Its finding peace of mind in your own backyard
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Yeahhh it's the simple things that strum my strings
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Like big oak trees, tire swings, and lemonade,
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Ice cold and homemade
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Its puttin in a hard days work,
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Comin home and puttin on a clean Tshirt
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It's a friends and family gathering
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A neck to hug a joke to tell and a dish to bring
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It's the simple things
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Mmm
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It's the simple things
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That's it.
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Simple Things
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| Rodney Atkins |
