And he lay his head down on the pillowAfter a hard day at playHis limbs were weeping like a willow treeHe knows not how much he has to sayIt was two days before his birthdayA day before the fourth of JulyThe excitement of the small town paradeLeft him as his body tried to stay awake(chorus)He was a fire cracker boyDreaming about all his new toysAnd the love his family hadA fire cracker boySurrounded by tremendous joyShining eyes were in this ladHis dad new how to treat him rightHis momma did the same thing and held him tightAnd they made sure this boy had all the toolsTo stay away from the rules of the foolTalk about a purposeThis boy he did it onI’ve never seen this kind of talentHe comes on strongBut you know he’ll be alrightAs he heads on to that Golden Light(chorus)