Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound I was a boy raised in the country and it's still a part of me And you see no matter where I go it's a beautiful memory Rise with sun at the break of day, lookin' out my window It's the same as yesterday Sittin' under an old oak tree, pickin' my guitar in the shade That old tree spreadin' over my head is the closest friend I made
Just me and some lonely wooden music, floatin' through air The grass is rustlin' and the birds are singin' and my heart don't have a care Still another day finds me in the fields, sweat is soakin' up my ragged clothes But I'd rather work than steal
Watchin' the sun settle down over open Texas land, looking at the cattle And the horses runnin' wild as they can Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done When you were finished workin' in the fields, there was chores at home to be done
I was always hearin' music, always wanna play me some As a full-time friend or the way to ease the end of a woman that swayed me some Hearin' those tunes always had a way of soothin' out my soul When times got hard and work got slow it was music that kept me whole Sun beatin' down through the trees, gets so hot bring a workin' man to his knees Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody Hands are clappin' and people swayin' in simple harmony Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done When you finished workin' in the fields there was chores at home to be done
Late in the evenin' on the front porch when the sun is settin' in the west Me and the boys pass around the bottle and sing what we like best Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singin' out the Delta blues We're simple folks and we like it that way, got nothin' left to loseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
