I Was Raised - Matt Rogers

I can still remember the taste of Ivory soap

After sayin' my first cuss word at four years old

How that lather belt felt every time I disobeyed

Or came home late

Eatin' Sunday dinner after church

It was a day of rest, nobody worked

Treated everyone like you wanted them to treat you

Live by the Golden Rule

Sometimes I pray to go back to those simpler days

When roots ran deep, family meant everything

Helpin' out your neighbor was understood

When you shook somebody’s hand it was your word

Now it seems somehow that all those things have been misplaced

Thank God I didn’t just grow up, I was raised

You only got to play when your chores were done

21 speed bike and a BB gun

Stop and shoot at every single street sign we rolled by

On Stone Peebles Drive

Showed respect with your actions and your words

Like holdin' the door, sayin' «yes ma’am» and «yes sir»

Givin' up your seat so that a lady could sit down

Yeah, we did in my hometown

Sometimes I pray to go back to those simpler days

When roots ran deep, family meant everything

Helpin' out your neighbor was understood

When you shook somebody’s hand it was your word

Now it seems somehow that all those things have been misplaced

I remember every word they’d say

Like workin' hard for what you want

And there ain’t no right way to do the wrong thing

Sometimes I pray to go back to a simpler day

When roots ran deep, family meant everything

Helpin' out your neighbor was understood

When you shook somebody’s hand it was your word

Now it seems somehow that all those things have been misplaced

Thank God I didn’t just grow up

Oh thank God I didn’t just grow up, I was raised

Oh I was raised

I was raised