Hangin' On Lyrics

Justin Holt Hangin' On

Ding dong ditchin on a double dog dare
Tremblin knees runnin down those stairs
Two hand touch, shirts vs skins
Didn't mind the dirt but your mama did

That was us way back when
Buncha barefoot backyard kids
We never did finish that wiffle ball game
There's probably still a ghost man on first base

I had no idea that'd be the last pitch
It'd be a hell of a walk-off if I did

I'da stayed a little longer
Played a little harder
Probably woulda took my sweet time

If I had the heads up
Coulda made the best of
What I didn't know was goodbye

Cause one day I woke up it was gone
Hangin out turned into hangin on
I'm still hangin on, hangin on, hangin on