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 lose
