Skippin' Stones

SKIPPIN' STONES
Played first base in Little League,
always batted ninth
Good thing I could catch and throw,
couldn’t hit to save my life

Was against the Mayfield Tigers,
don’t you know it was my fate
Bases loaded, two men out, one run down
and my turn at the plate

He threw three balls, I missed them all,
twelve years old feelin’ two feet tall
Drivin’ home my daddy said it’s gonna be all right
Whaddya say we head down to the lake,
while there’s still a little light

CHORUS
We’ll go Skippin’ Stones, scare all the fish away
Just you and me and a lazy day
We can watch the sun set into the lake

Skippin’ Stones, find us some and let ‘em go
And count the jumps with every throw
I’ll teach you all there is to know
‘Bout Skippin’ Stones

Now the first and most important thing,
is finding that right rock
Even Catfish Hunter
couldn’t make the wrong one hop

It’s not all in the timing,
it’s not all in the wrist
Play the wind, let it fly,
just like life it’s always hit or miss

Now time has passed and so has Dad,
but the wisdom of his words still last
When I’m down I can hear him say,
it’s gonna be all right
Whaddaya say we head down to the lake
while there’s still a little light

CHORUS

Find us some and let ‘em go,
and count the jumps with every throw
I’ll teach you all there is to know,
’Bout Skippin’ Stones
Skippin’ Stones
Skippin’ Stones

© Words & Music by Austin Gardner & Steve Seskin
From the Dennis Warner Album “Beep Beep”