Kurt Holes - Don't Get Too Big for Your Britches Lyrics

Down by the river where the willows weep,
In a rusted old truck that he just can't keep,
Granddaddy warned me with a twinkle in his eye,
"Boy, don't you start reachin' for the sky."
Mama made biscuits, and the sun burned red,
Daddy's worn boots lay under the bed,
In a town where the biggest dream's a fishin' trip,
He said, "Son, don't you let that big city whip."
Don't get too big for your britches,
Life ain't all golden and riches,
Keep your heart grounded in these ditches,
'Cause pride can't sew torn stitches.
Old Man Johnson at the general store,
Told me stories 'bout learnin' more,
Than any schoolhouse book could ever teach,
"Son, stay true, don't grow out of your reach."
Evening fades with a crescent moon,
Cornfields hum a simple tune,
Under those stars, Grandpa's words still wise,
"Son, don't lose the light in your eyes."
Don't get too big for your britches,
Life ain't all golden and riches,
Keep your heart grounded in these ditches,
'Cause pride can't sew torn stitches.
Evening fades with a crescent moon,
Cornfields hum a simple tune,
Under those stars, Grandpa's words still wise,
"Son, don't lose the light in your eyes."
Don't get too big for your britches,
Life ain't all golden and riches,
Keep your heart grounded in these ditches,
'Cause pride can't sew torn stitches.