Reckless (Still Growing Up)
Lyrics Kip Moore

Written by: Kip Moore, Dan Couch

Produced by: Brett James

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I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for school
I blew it all like a damn fool on women and beer
I didn't have the grades but I had myself a major league fastball
Got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita
And blew out my arm the first year, ha-ha, yeah

Well, I took a good look at my life and decided I'd make a change
Booked me a flight on an airplane, I was 3rd world Peace Corps bound
But I met me a stewardess waiting right there in the airport bar
Before I knew it I was in her car and never turned around

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck,
Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love,
Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up

I went to work for my uncle on the coast at a club called the Hot Spot
We took our breaks on the boat docks and I got fired for smoking pot
With the beach right there I guess surfing was the logical next move
But I got mouthy with the wrong dude and got my damn jaw tattooed

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck,
Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love,
Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up

Alright
I bought an old guitar with cash from a good hand of blackjack
Learned a few chords from a fat-back, hairy man named Pete
I got a local gig on the weekends in some old honky-tonk
Singing 2 hours of nothing but Cash songs, and I could always drink for free

And some so called big-wig, producer man started sniffing 'round
He told me he liked my sound but there was something holding me back
He said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat ought to do the trick
I told him I had something he could stick, way on up his ass

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck,
Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
I'll send you a postcard, send me your love,
Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up

I'll send you a post card, send me your love,
Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up
Alright

But don't give up on me yet
I know it might take a little time but I'm gonna come around
I just feel like I still got a few things I gotta get out of my system, ha ha

Song facts

"'Reckless' is semi-autobiographical of my life. There are some alterations. I always thought I would be a big basketball player – my thing was to play in college -- so I twisted that around. I made that baseball because I did play baseball. But it's a close autobiography of my life. With the beach right there, I guess surfing was the logical next move that was kind of my thing. I didn't know what to do next and I was living on the coast, so I quit playing golf and started surfing, bouncing around different coastlines. I played the whole bar band scene so I bought an old guitar.

When I first moved to town, I bought this guitar because I had sold my other one, and there was a big old guy behind the counter who told me he could teach me to play all of these fancy licks. I will never forget that guy. Then you cut your teeth playing in places around town, and a lot of times nobody is there when you are playing. Somebody else is always trying to tell you how to be and what you should be singing about and wearing. I just broke the song down to my journey to this point. It's a direct portrait of what I've gone through to get to where I am now." - Kip Moore

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