SKIPPIN’ STONES

© Words & Music by Austin Gardner & Steve Seskin / From the Dennis Warner Album “Beep Beep”

Played first base in Little League, always batted ninth

Good thing I could catch and throw, couldn’t hit to save my life

Was against the Mayfield Tigers, don’t you know it was my fate

Bases loaded, two men out, one run down and my turn at the plate

            He threw three balls, I missed them all, twelve years old feelin’ two feet tall

            Drivin’ home my daddy said it’s gonna be all right

            Whaddya say we head down to the lake while there’s still a little light

                        We’ll go Skippin’ Stones, scare all the fish away

                        Just you and me and a lazy day

                        We can watch the sun set into the lake

                        Skippin’ Stones, find us some and let ‘em go

                        And count the jumps with every throw

                        I’ll teach you all there is to know

                        ‘Bout Skippin’ Stones

Now the first and most important thing, is finding that right rock

Even Catfish Hunter couldn’t make the wrong one hop

It’s not all in the timing, it’s not all in the wrist

Play the wind, let it fly, just like life it’s always hit or miss

            Now time has passed and so has Dad, but the wisdom of his words still last

            When I’m down I can hear him say, it’s gonna be all right

            Whaddaya say we head down to the lake while there’s still a little light

                        (Chorus)

                        Find us some and let ‘em go, and count the jumps with every throw

                        I’ll teach you all there is to know,

                        ’Bout Skippin’ Stones

                        Skippin’ Stones                   

                        Skippin’ Stones