Lyrics
[verse]
Give me a porch and a cold glass of tea
A worn out radio playing something for free
Give me a dirt road under bare feet
That's the kind of simple that can't be beat
[verse]
Give me a Friday and a backyard fire
Old friends laughing, nothing to require
Give me a summer that never ends
That's the kind of livin' I recommend
[chorus]
It's the little things, the homemade kind
A slow guitar and an easy mind
A plate of comfort, a cold sweet tea
That's the simple life that's calling me
[verse]
Give me a field where the fireflies glow
A hammock swinging nice and slow
Give me a mama's recipe on the stove
That's the kind of love that fills a home
[chorus]
It's the little things, the homemade kind
A slow guitar and an easy mind
A plate of comfort, a cold sweet tea
That's the simple life that's calling me
[bridge]
I don't need the city lights or the fancy scene
Just a good old truck and a gasoline dream
Give me home, give me family, give me time
That's the only kind of rich I need to find
[chorus]
It's the little things, the homemade kind
A slow guitar and an easy mind
A plate of comfort, a cold sweet tea
That's the simple life that's calling me
