Handed Down - Mark Schultz

That hammer hanging on the wall

Once belonged to my grandpa

And that old Remington .22

He gave to me when I learned to shoot

This guitar that I’m strumming here

Daddy played it every night for years

Let me make it clear

I used to think the good life

Was something you could buy

Living for that next high

Yeah but that comes at a price

Whatever it was was never enough

I finally woke up and I took a good look around

See the things that mean the most to me I’ve found

Have been handed down

You hold the door for the girl

Say thank you and yes sir

You bow your head when we’re turning grace

Say what you mean and do what you say

You help your neighbor when the chips are down

Around here that’s what it’s all about

But let me tell you now

I used to think the good life

Was something you could buy

Living for that next high

Yeah but that comes at a price

Whatever it was was never enough

I finally woke up and I took a good look around

See the things that mean the most to me I’ve found

Have been handed down

All through these years I guess I’ve learned a thing or two

You can’t put a price on things that mean the most to you

Like a small town or football game

A sunset and a front porch swing

I used to think the good life

Was something you could buy

Living for that next high

But it just don’t satisfy

Whatever it was was never enough

I finally woke up and I took a good look around

See the things that mean the most to me I’ve found

Yes the things that I have built my world around

Have been handed down