Bring it back with that bass line

And let me bust another one of my question rhymes

Whatever happened to play in the mud?

Little kids building castles

All they understood. Thinkin' but not to much

About the box where they sat was their world

And in it was good

Playin all day 'till the street lights came on



And Momma called you home for spaghetti and meat balls

Say a lil' prayer and a bath GoodNight!

Lifes so simeple. Return to the next days

It was back to that sandbox Praise...

Sandbox praise

Sandbox praise

Sandbox praise



So Dig your hands in the dirt

Children we play with that earth

on and on and on

Dig Your hands in the dirt

Children we play with earth

on and on and on

Dig your hands in the dirt

Children we play with that earth

on and on and on

Dig your hands in the dirt



Need a microphone

2-1 send it haha

Are ya with me?



The question again phraised a little differnt

What ever happend to my beautiful innocence?

I can't remember when but it faded away

Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade

Never know why or when or where it went

But i'd sure like to find a lil bit of innocence

Sometimes I have to stop and ask why

Things allways catchin' up with me and you 'til I die

Cause you know what they say what you reap is what you sow

Yet responsibility I always seem to throw away my faith

Gotta get get back to the memories...

Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise



So dig your hands in the dirt

Children we play with that earth

on and on and on

Dig your hands in the dirt

Children we play with that earth

on and on and on

Dig your hands n the dirt

Children we play with that earth

on and on and on

Dig your hands in the dirt...







Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise

Sandbox Praise