Johnny Reid - Kicking Stones

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I remember sitting in my old man's truck 

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Watching him and all the other men 

              A  G A

Down on their luck 

                  D

Standing around a fire 

F#m              G  F#m E

Fighting off the cold 

D       A               D

Smokin, swearin, kickin stones 



D

You know hard times 

G                    D

They turn a good man bad 



Make him do things 

       G

Out of anger 

                   A  G A

He wish he'd never had 

           D 

And me and mama 

F#m                    G  F#m E

We'd watch him rolling home 

D       A               D

Smokin, swearin, kickin stones 



A                    G             A           G

Kickin stones kickin stones Down a long windin road

          D        A               D 

There was smoking, swearin, kickin stones 



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All the dark days, turn into years 

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And all the hard times, they sure stole a lot of tears 

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But there came a time, when I had to move on 

         D        A               D

From the smoking, swearin, kickin stones 



A

Kickin stones 

G

Kickin stones 

A                   G

Down a long winding road

Bm

Brought me here 

A

Brought me home 

Bm

Where two boys 

A

Broke my home 

G

They come running 

          A

they come laughing 

             Bm

when I start singing 

           A

they start dancing 

      G               A        

we go walking hand in hand 

D

kickin stones 



kickin stones 



kickin stones