| We got the biggest dog you ever saw
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| Sprawled on the porch coolin' off down at our place
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| His name is Ace
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| We got the hummingbirds comin' in
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| Hittin' those sugar water feeders and buzzin' off again
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| Floatin' in the wind
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| Then the sunset melts into a line of clouds
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| Well, life is slow out here but it sure suits me fine
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| 'Cause it’s the simple things that strum my strings
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| The baby cries, a mama sings her back to sleep
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| Oh, it sounds so sweet
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| It’s puttin' in a hard day’s work
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| Comin' home and puttin' on a clean T-shirt
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| It’s 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, yeah
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| I like takin' my boy to the river on Sundays
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| Huntin' tadpoles and the Indian .oney
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| And I just laugh while his flip flops splash
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| And we spray on the off 'cause we don’t want chiggers
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| Baitin' our hooks with chicken livers
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| Goin' yellow cat fishin', a little whisker lip rippin'
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| I love it when he says, «Daddy give me five»
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| And watching him grunt and grin
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| While he’s reelin' in that flathead on his line
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| Yeah, it’s the simple things that strum my strings
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| The baby cries, a mama sings her back to sleep
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| Oh, it sounds so sweet
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| It’s puttin' in a hard day’s work
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| Coming home and puttin' on a clean T-shirt
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| It’s 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, it’s the simple things
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| It’s feelin' thankful just lookin' at the stars
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| It’s findin' peace of mind in your own backyard
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| Yeah, it’s the simple things that strum my strings
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| Like big oak trees and tire swings and lemonade
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| Ice cold and homemade
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| It’s puttin' in a hard day’s work
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| Comin' home and puttin' on a clean T-shirt
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| It’s 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, it’s the simple things
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| That’s it |