Текст: Rodney Atkins. It's America. Rockin' Of The Cradle.

I wanna live with no excuses
And love with no regrets
Take the bad with the good
And know I did my best
Walkin' in the sunshine
And dancin' in the rain
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

From Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby
?Till I hear the angels sing
From momma's tender kisses
?Till I board that glory train
I wanna love the life I'm livin'
And live the life I dream
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

I can't mend this world with nothin'
And that's how I'll leave someday
And all that I'll take with me
Is the love I gave away
And it's love that makes a difference
From a pauper to a king
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

From Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby
?Till I hear the angels sing
From momma's tender kisses
?Till I board that glory train
I wanna love the life I'm livin'
And live the life I dream
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

So roll on, roll on
Tell the story, turn the pages
Roll on, roll on
Children of all ages
From the first breath that we take
?Till our last one takes us home
Let love be the rock we're standin' on

From Rock-A-Bye Sweet Baby
?Till I hear the angels sing
From momma's tender kisses
?Till I board that glory train
I wanna love the life I'm livin'
And live the life I dream
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine
From the rockin' of the cradle
To the rollin' of that long black limousine

I wanna live with no excuses
And love with no regrets