Just about sundown on the levee road near the old fishing hole,
Teaching me to shoot straight and true was your only goal,
You threw a can up in the air and smiled,
I pulled the trigger, missed by a mile, you said...
Aim a little higher and you can't miss,
Bless that can with a shotgun kiss now,
Aim a little higher, try it again,
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher.
In later years, on a river of tears I drifted home for a while,
Since shame was the only glory I'd ever known, I didn't change my style,
First night home I got drunk and confused,
Mistook you for a fool, you were not amused, you said...
Aim a little higher, cause you're not living,
All this taking, son, and never giving's gonna catch up to you like a ball of fire,
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher,
Aim a little higher, you're shooting too low,
Aim for the dirt and you'll never know glorious redemption or heavenly hope,
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher,
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher.
In those deceptive moments, in those deceptive days,
When the dung and the mire look like the high wire,
Will there be anyone who loves me enough to say...
You gotta aim a little higher, aim a little higher, aim a little higher,
You gotta aim a little higher, aim a little higher, aim a little higher.
Aim a little higher, cause you're not living,
All this taking, son, and never giving's gonna catch up to you like a ball of fire,
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher,
Aim a little higher, you're shooting too low,
Aim for the dirt and you'll never know glorious redemption or heavenly hope,
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher.
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher,
Aim a little...aim a little...aim a little higher.
