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