Write songs with your grandmother. It's good for the soul.

LYRICS:

We gather ‘round the kitchen table
Say our prayer before the meal
Aunt Kak, she cracks a silly joke
And we eat until we get our fill

There’s only one place left to go
When the golden sun is setting soon
One of Grandpa’s favorite Western shows
It beckons from the living room

It’s the simple life away from all the noise
There’s nothing better
For a runnin’ Ricochet Rabbit city boy
Like me

It’s the fresh grass smell
My grandmother’s soft voice
As we sit out on that backyard wooden swing
And listen to the bluejays sing

Grandpa works the cattle farm
‘Bout 60 newborn calves this year
Darrell helps him with the car
Got a fuel pump wire that disappeared

In August, the rodeo comes to town
The parade goes by right down the street
We pull lawn chairs out to the front of the house
And watch right from our county seat

It’s the simple life away from all the noise
There’s nothing better
For a runnin’ Ricochet Rabbit city boy
Like me

It’s the fresh grass smell
My grandmother’s soft voice
As we sit out on that backyard wooden swing
And listen to the bluejays sing

The wind’s been rough this year
We could really use the rain
But winter’s on its way

There’s not much to do
Not that much to say
But we do it anyway

Sometimes I wish it all would stop
But the world keeps spinning madly on
So I’ll right my wrongs and I’ll write my songs
And sit right here ’til the feeling’s gone

It’s the simple life away from all the noise
There’s nothing better
For a runnin’ Ricochet Rabbit city boy
Like me

It’s the fresh grass smell
My grandmother’s soft voice
As we sit out on that backyard wooden swing
And listen to the bluejays sing

I won’t worry ‘bout a single thing