Текст песни Junk Drawer Memories - Styles Haury

There's a drawer full of nick-knacks
Playing cards, a ball and jack
Fishing line, a hacky sack
My grandpa's favorite Indians cap
Memories worth reminiscing
From the drawer in the kitchen

Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was five years old in the autumn leaves
T-ball in the front yard with mom and dad
My hair was wild, my swing was bad
It's these little things that just seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories

Last time these boots walked through this back door
'Cross the creaky old wood floors
The smell of cobbler cooling on the racks
Just like the years before
My height's marked on the back wall
Hard to believe once I was that tall
It was proof we were living
Just a drawer in the kitchen

Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was five years old in the autumn leaves
T-ball in the front yard with mom and dad
My hair was wild, my swing was bad
It's these little things that just seem to remind me
A junk drawer full of memories

If I could turn back time, just rewind
Be that kid just one more time
Escape the fate of growing up
Yeah, when times are getting tough
It's these little things that just seem to save me

Grandma's needle and thread tangled up
Photos back when we were young
A VHS of grandpa and me
I was five years old in the autumn leaves
T-ball in the front yard with mom and dad
My hair was wild, my swing was bad
It's these little things that just seem to remind me

Yeah, these little things, they just seem to save me
A junk drawer full of memories
It's that junk drawer full of memories
Oh, memories