Lyrics

The Box
ISRC# QZ4ZX1625025
Artist: Randy Lee Brown
Writers: Randy L Brown BMI 233302025
Kristofer Lee Brown BMI 897323100

Growing up I spent my Sundays on a church pew
Learned my bible before my history and my math
Daddy bowed his head for grace, he never drank, he never strayed
For a greener pasture off that narrow path

Like it always goes, I chose to find my own road
Found a pretty girl, we’d barely turned sixteen
He caught us out behind the house, without a word went straight to town
Bought the box and when he handed it to me
He said I don’t condone what’s on your mind
But I bought you these, to buy you a little time

You got the whole world out before you
Still, it’ll move on without you
Play with fire boy, and that makes you a fool
I don’t regret the step I’m taken, it’s a hard life in the making
Havin babies fore’ you’re even out of school

Funny how his words just keep right on returning
Running thru my mind from way back then
Now I’ve got young sons of my own, when that time comes and they are grown
If I get the choice, you know I’ll buy the box for them
He said I don’t condone what’s on your mind
But I bought you these, to buy you a little time

You got the whole world out before you
Still, it’ll move on without you
Play with fire boy, and that makes you a fool
I don’t regret the step I’m taken, it’s a hard life in the making
Having babies fore’ you’re even out of school

I don’t regret the step I’m takin, it’s a hard life in the making

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