The Secret Sisters - Little again

^CRiding along in a little red wagon Papa tells jokes just to keep us a'laughing At^Ftached to the back of that dirty old rusty John ^CDeere

^CWe bump along through the dirt in the garden Our ^Emknees all bruised up and feet just as hard as the ^Frocks in the creek Bed we walk on for hours on ^Cend

It's ^Gone of those days where I ^Fwant to be little a^Cgain

^CWe wandered down every trail on that hillside ^EmLearned every lesson by the light of the fireflies ^FCreek's kinda cold, don't tip-toe, you gotta jump ^Cin

^CWhen I get lonely I dream of the valley ^EmKid shifting gears in a '63 Chevy ^FMuscadine vines and the maple trees catching the ^Cwind

It's ^Gone of those days where I ^Fwant to be little a^Cgain

It's one of those ^Amdays when you wake up in ^Fsome broken city With ^Cnothing but home on your ^Gmind And all of these ^Amdays when they add up, they ^Famount to nothing Like ^Call the ones you've left be^Ghind

^CNow we're all grown and always of parted But in Happy Valley is where it all started It ^Fstill has my heart resting between those two ^Amhills^G

I ^Ctravel the world and see lots of places ^EmSing lots of songs to all kinds of faces But ^Fthat don't compare to adventures I had way back ^Cwhen

It's ^Gone of those days where I ^Fwant to be little a^Cgain

It's one of those ^Amdays when you wake up in ^Fsome broken city With ^Cnothing but home on your ^Gmind And all of these ^Amdays when they add up, they ^Famount to nothing Like ^Call the ones you've left be^Ghind

It's ^Gone of those days where I ^Fwant to be little a^Cgain It's ^Gone of those days where I ^Fwant to be little a^Cgain It's ^Gone of those days where I ^Fwant to be little