Check, check, Check it this
Bring it back with that line And let me another one of my question rhymes Whatever happened to in the mud Little kids buildin' castles, all understood
but not too much about the box where they sat Was their and all that was in it was good all day Till the street light on, came on
And momma call you home for and meat balls And say a little prayer and a bath good so simple, return to the next days It was back to that
Sandbox praise, sandbox Sandbox praise, sandbox
So dig your in the dirt Children we with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the Children we with that earth (On and on and on)
Dig your in the dirt Children we play that earth (On and on and on) Dig your in the dirt
Eat the 2, 1, Are you me?
The question again phrased a little Whatever to my beautiful innocence I can't remember but it faded away Got along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade
know why or when or where it went But I'd sure to find a little bit of innocence Sometimes I have to and ask why Things always catchin' up you and me till I die
you know what they say What you is what you sow Yet I always see throw my faith (Got to get to the memories)
Sandbox praise, sandbox praise, sandbox praise
So dig your hands in the Children we play that earth (On and on and on) Dig your in the dirt we play with that earth (On and on and on)
Dig your in the dirt we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig hands in the dirt
Sandbox praise, praise praise, sandbox praise Sandbox praise, sandbox