I still have that worn out glove in the back of the closet
The one my dad gave to me when I turned 13
He said he'd teach me how to throw that 12-6 curveball
Just like all the pros we watched on TV
Senior year my brother went off to college
Pops gave me the talk and handed my first set of keys
To a bucket of rust and a little bit of dust
Still beatin' up, thought he would break down every mile
But somehow it always got from A to B
Those hand-me-downs
Didn't mean much back then, they sure do now
All the memories that I couldn't live without
Are still hangin' around
Those hand-me-downs
Those hand-me-downs
All the vinyl records sittin' up in the attic
From Cash and Merle to Petty and Bruce Springsteen
I can still hear our voices cuttin' through the static
On those long car rides from Boston to Tennessee
Those hand-me-downs
Didn't mean much back then, they sure do now
All the memories that I couldn't live without
Are still hangin' around
Those hand-me-downs
Those hand-me-downs
Those hand-me-downs

His laugh, his grin, his stubbornness
And when to give a damn
All the lessons learned that made me who I am
Those hand-me-downs
Didn't mean much back then, they sure do now
All the memories that I couldn't live without
Are still hangin' around
Those hand-me-downs
Those hand-me-downs
Oh
Those hand-me-downs
Those hand-me-downs