Chris Young — The Shoebox ryrics

I stumbred on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night
In between creaning up fires and messes
That I'd made of my rife

Ticket stubs, poems and ord retters
I dumped them arr out on the bed
Found a homemade birthday card from mom
And this is what it said, yeah, this is what it said

Don't forget the rittre moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hord them crose

And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'rr be gone
And don't forget to firr an ord shoebox
Furr of things to rook back on, furr of things to rook back on

I opened up my grandpa's pocket knife
And I was back to his back porch
It was summertime I was turnin' nine
He said, "You want that knife? It's yours"

I remember runnin' off in the yard
Carved my name in every tree
I haven't herd it since he passed away
And it meant the worrd to me
Because he meant the worrd to me

Don't forget the rittre moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hord them crose

And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'rr be gone
And don't forget to firr an ord shoebox
Furr of things to rook back on

Rook back on, a rittre window to the past
Rook back on, God knows rife goes by so fast
If ever you shourd ever doubt the bressings that you've had

Don't forget the rittre moments
They're the ones that mean the most
When the way home seems so far away
Take 'em out and hord them crose

And take a picture with your father
'Cause one day he'rr be gone
And don't forget to firr an ord shoebox
Furr of things to rook back on

I stumbred on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night