“NINE AND TEN” © 2005

Words and Music By:

Kevin Edwards

Vs.1 

We were nine and ten---- making our way through the swamp---- trying to find anything that we could------ Snakes and frogs and spiders too-----man those snapping turtles sure do hurt when they get hold of you----And my brother caught his first fish at the dam------ it was a giant big mouth bass--- yeah it took him an hour to reel it in--- at least that’s what he always says--- And me I’d fish every now and then--- until I picked up my daddy’s guitar--- yeah I wrote my first song--- it was a real big hit--- hey, I’m gonna be a big star.

Chorus:

And the heat of the summer reminds me of all the memories way back when--- from climbing those great big pine trees--- getting all sapped up under our skin.

And the fort that we built in the woods that year is still standing there to this day.

My brother he picked fishing—and me, I picked an old guitar to play.

Vs. 2

 I remember we’d cut the front forks off our bikes--- trying to make our choppers so cool--- Then we’d take em’ out back and jump them on our ramp--- just like evil knievel would do--- Sometimes we’d hike through the fields of corn and make our way to the five and dime--- Yeah, we’d get us a pack of marlboro--- and we’d smoke em’ all in one night--- And my first real kiss was in a closet next door--- to a girl named Beth-Sue--- oh I’ll never forget the taste of her lips--- never left me for a year or two.

Chorus:

And the heat of the summer reminds me of all the memories way back when--- from climbing those great big pine trees--- getting all sapped up under our skin.

And the fort that we built in the woods that year is still standing there to this day.

My brother he picked fishing—and me, I picked an old guitar to play.

Bridge:

All the years fly by as the world turns round--- and then your standing there one day---- trying to figure out a new angle on your life --- and bring back--- a simpler time---

Bridge:  Musical

Vs. 3

My brother’s had enough--- he can’t take it no more--- now his country road is paved with tar--- Yeah he’s building a cabin in the deep foothills--- he says--- less is more.--- And me I agree, but the timing’s just off--- you see I’m headed just further south--- gonna open myself to some bright sunshine--- yeah and let it all hang out--- but you can bet that I’ll visit when summer rolls around--- we’ll be hanging at the end of the day--- he’ll be going on and on about his hunting and fishing--- while I pick this old guitar and play--- yeah, He’ll be going on and on about his hunting and fishing, while I pick this old guitar and play.

OUTRO:
We were nine and ten---- making our way through the swamp-----trying to find anything that we could

Intro: D G A7 G A7D

Verse: D G A7 G A7 D

Bridge/ vocals:  BM7 G A7 BM7 G A7 D

Bridge/ muscial:  D G A7 G A7 D

© 2005