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[Verse 1]
Mama hung socks on the line
Blue sky through the pines
I chased a tin spoon drum
Down the porch step sun
Bare feet, red dirt
Knees all scraped and proud
I thought the world was big
But bigger was the crowd

[Pre-Chorus]
Then the school bus came
Like a yellow train
I held my lunchbox tight
And I learned my name

[Chorus]
Hold on, hold on
To the little things
Tin spoon summer
And the songs we sing
Hold on, hold on
While the brown years turn
You don’t get back
What your hands first learned

[Verse 2]
Grandpa cut the string bean rows
With a knife worn smooth
He said, "Slow down, boy
There’s time to grow"
I drew map lines in the dust
To places I’d never been
Back then every fence looked high
Now I know what he meant

[Pre-Chorus]
Then the porch light glowed
On a winter night
I saw my mother’s face
In the window light

[Chorus]
Hold on, hold on
To the little things
Tin spoon summer
And the songs we sing
Hold on, hold on
While the brown years turn
You don’t get back
What your hands first learned

[Bridge]
Now I write my own name
On the back of a check
And the boy I was
Still taps my neck
In the screen door slam
In the creek bank mud
In the way I turn around
When I hear that flood

[Final Chorus]
Hold on, hold on
To the little things
Tin spoon summer
And the songs we sing
Hold on, hold on
While the brown years turn
You don’t get back
What your hands first learned
Hold on, hold on
Let the memories ring
Tin spoon summer
And the songs we sing