Scars

Papa tell me that story about you and uncle Joe How you got that scar on your big toe that summer When you were about my age Or that time you went fishing with your granddad Boy I'll bet it made you sad When you got that hook stuck in the back of your hand I just turned to him and smiled and said Boy, I got one for every mile on this old truck That me and you are riding in If you took all my scars and put 'em in a stack They'd reach up to the moon and back And there'd be enough left to start all over again 'Cause I've got scars all over me But it's the ones that you can't see that hurt the most Lord knows Yeah, I'm scarred from the ground up But I wouldn't trade a million bucks for a single one No, no, no One day you'll understand that it's these scars That made me who I am Well, a few minutes later he was sound asleep With dirty little hands and muddy little feet And I started pondering the words I said to him Lord, if I could, I'd be his umbrella When the sky starts falling on that little fella But he's gotta learn to dance in the rain the same way I did And maybe one day when he's old like me With grandbabies crawling all around his feet They'll ask him about those marks on his hands And maybe he'll recall his old granddad And this conversation we just had And he'll tell them what mine told me when I was a kid He'll say I got scars all over me But it's the ones that you can't see that hurt the most Lord knows Yeah, I'm scarred from the ground up But I wouldn't trade a million bucks for a single one No no no One day you'll understand that it's these scars Yeah, we've all got our own set of scars Yeah, One day you'll understand that it's these scars That made me who I am Papa, tell me that story about you and uncle Joe And how you got that scar on your big toe That summer, when you were about my age