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