Lyrics
I got a barn full of Grandpa's old tools
The handles worn, the years withstood
A closet full of my father's clothes
Stitched from stories I understood
I've learned that comfort or value
Ain't always in things bought new
From a dresser with missing handles
To a comfy pair of worn in boots
It once was theirs and now its mine
'til I pass it on down the line
I walk this hand‑me‑down life
My second hand birthright
Nothing shiny, nothing perfect
But each has a place and fits just right
Yeah, Everything tells a story
Of those who came before
In this hand‑me‑down life
I'm wanting nothing more
There's a porch that still remembers
Every step my father made
Each thread that weaves this tapestry
Like old books that time can't fade
And the echoes in these floorboards
Aren't ghosts from which to run
They're the lessons carved in footsteps
Reminding me from where I've come
Some folks chase the untouched
Still wrapped tight in cellophane
But I trust the things that weather
Every storm and still remain
'Cause a life that's been repaired
Holds its strength in every seam
And those who mend what others toss
Always save a little green
It once was theirs and now its mine
'til another comes to find
I walk this hand‑me‑down life
My second hand birthright
Nothing shiny, nothing perfect
But each has a place and fits just right
Yeah, Everything tells a story
Of those who came before
In this hand‑me‑down life
I couldn't ask for more