Song Description

This song answers the question ofetn heard from a child "How come you get to make the rules Dad?"

Lyrics

V1
Walkin? around the pond with a 5 year old, after dinner, before it got dark
He was gonna be startin? school in the fall so we had little heart to heart
We talked about the bus, rules and respect then he looked at me a little crossed.
He said, I?m perfectly clear about all of those things but dad? How come you?re always the boss.

Well I stopped for a moment, and thought real hard, I knelt down and picked up a stone.
I leaned to the right, cocked back my arm and skipped that sucker home.
I looked at him and I said with a grin ?this is somethin? you won?t learn in school.
But the stone skippin? champion of every house is the one who gets to make the rules.
Ch 1.
It all starts with a choice, son, The rocks gotta be the right one.
Tested smooth by sand and time, Flat round and true.
Hold it in your hand just like me, always learn from what you see.
Don?t give up ?till you sail that rock, clear from shore to shore.
V2
Now this rock skippin? became a runnin? theme with the kids growin? up at the farm.
And teenage kid?s can get a mind of their own, and they start to get a pretty good arm.
So when my daughter announced spring break in Daytona would probably do her more good than harm.
I said decisions like this require careful reflection , better loosen up your skippin? arm
Ch 2
She leaned back and she let one go, a little hard and a little low.
She hit a ripple and it stopped her cold, she was an easy mark.
Ya, see you gotta play it safe sometimes, like it won?t be you last time
Save a little for another day, and learn a little self control.
V1
Well I stayed pretty lucky with the father thing and graduation time was getting? near
My boy said I know you and Mom and Becky hope I?m gonna stay right here.
I said son your right it?s against my nature to break up this happy home
So plant your feet, think real hard and pick up your lucky stone.
Ch 3
That boy carefully picked up that stone, prepared to sail that sucker home.
I said this time I go first and I faked a feebly toss.
I looked down at the stone he picked, it wasn?t round and it?s way too thick
No way that I could make that skip, he made it dance across the pond.