| Song | Kicking Stones |
| Artist | Johnny Reid |
| Album | Kicking Stones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Maher, Reid | |
| I remember sittin' in my old mans truck | |
| Watchin' him and all the other men | |
| Down on their luck | |
| Standin' around the fire | |
| Fightin off the cold | |
| Smokin', swearin', kicking stones | |
| You know hard times | |
| Can turn a good man bad | |
| Make him do things | |
| Out of anger, wish he never had | |
| Me and mama would watch | |
| Him roll in home | |
| Smokin, swearin, kickin stones | |
| Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
| Down a long winding road | |
| They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
| All the dark days | |
| Turn into years | |
| And all the hard times | |
| They sure stole alot of tears | |
| But there came a time | |
| Where I had to move on | |
| From the smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
| Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
| Down a long and winding road | |
| Brought me here | |
| Brought me home | |
| Where two boys, of my own | |
| They come running | |
| They come laughing | |
| When I start singing | |
| They start dancing | |
| We go walking | |
| Hand in hand | |
| Kicking stones. kicking stones | |
| Kicking stoness |
| zuo qu : Maher, Reid | |
| I remember sittin' in my old mans truck | |
| Watchin' him and all the other men | |
| Down on their luck | |
| Standin' around the fire | |
| Fightin off the cold | |
| Smokin', swearin', kicking stones | |
| You know hard times | |
| Can turn a good man bad | |
| Make him do things | |
| Out of anger, wish he never had | |
| Me and mama would watch | |
| Him roll in home | |
| Smokin, swearin, kickin stones | |
| Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
| Down a long winding road | |
| They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
| All the dark days | |
| Turn into years | |
| And all the hard times | |
| They sure stole alot of tears | |
| But there came a time | |
| Where I had to move on | |
| From the smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
| Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
| Down a long and winding road | |
| Brought me here | |
| Brought me home | |
| Where two boys, of my own | |
| They come running | |
| They come laughing | |
| When I start singing | |
| They start dancing | |
| We go walking | |
| Hand in hand | |
| Kicking stones. kicking stones | |
| Kicking stoness |
| zuò qǔ : Maher, Reid | |
| I remember sittin' in my old mans truck | |
| Watchin' him and all the other men | |
| Down on their luck | |
| Standin' around the fire | |
| Fightin off the cold | |
| Smokin', swearin', kicking stones | |
| You know hard times | |
| Can turn a good man bad | |
| Make him do things | |
| Out of anger, wish he never had | |
| Me and mama would watch | |
| Him roll in home | |
| Smokin, swearin, kickin stones | |
| Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
| Down a long winding road | |
| They were smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
| All the dark days | |
| Turn into years | |
| And all the hard times | |
| They sure stole alot of tears | |
| But there came a time | |
| Where I had to move on | |
| From the smokin, swearin, kicking stones | |
| Kicking stones, kicking stones | |
| Down a long and winding road | |
| Brought me here | |
| Brought me home | |
| Where two boys, of my own | |
| They come running | |
| They come laughing | |
| When I start singing | |
| They start dancing | |
| We go walking | |
| Hand in hand | |
| Kicking stones. kicking stones | |
| Kicking stoness |