Handed Down

That hammer hanging on the wall
Once belonged to my grandpa
And that old Remington .22
He gave to me when I learned to shoot
This guitar that I’m strumming here
Daddy played it every night for years
Let me make it clear
I used to think the good life
Was something you could buy
Living for that next high
Yeah but that comes at a price
Whatever it was was never enough
I finally woke up and I took a good look around
See the things that mean the most to me I’ve found
Have been handed down
You hold the door for the girl
Say thank you and yes sir
You bow your head when we’re turning grace
Say what you mean and do what you say
You help your neighbor when the chips are down
Around here that’s what it’s all about
But let me tell you now
I used to think the good life
Was something you could buy
Living for that next high
Yeah but that comes at a price
Whatever it was was never enough
I finally woke up and I took a good look around
See the things that mean the most to me I’ve found
Have been handed down
All through these years I guess I’ve learned a thing or two
You can’t put a price on things that mean the most to you
Like a small town or football game
A sunset and a front porch swing
I used to think the good life
Was something you could buy
Living for that next high
But it just don’t satisfy
Whatever it was was never enough
I finally woke up and I took a good look around
See the things that mean the most to me I’ve found
Yes the things that I have built my world around
Have been handed down