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
