One September morning when I was five My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed." I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside He said, "Son if you fall behind you'll never get ahead Here's your little brown cowboy shirt, put it on Here's your little brown cowboy pants, put 'em on Here's your little brown shoes, can you tie them yourself? Get into the car, we're gone!"
We drove, it seemed like forever, Further than I'd ever been away from home Then my daddy stopped the car, and he turned to me He said, "Son it's time to make us proud of you, It's time to do what's right Gonna have to learn to work hard" I said, "Work? What are you talking about? You're not gonna leave me here, are you?" He said "Yes I am!" And drove off into the morning light
For a while I stood there, on the sidewalk A Roy Rogers lunch pail in my hand Then I heard sweet children's voices calling And I began to understand They said, "Four eyes! Look like you're still sleeping!" "Four eyes! Look like you're dead!" "Four eyes! Where have you been keeping yourself?" "Look like you been whupped upside the head."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
