Tom johnston
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 its still a part of me
And you see no matter where I go its a beautiful memory
Rise with sun at the break of day, lookin out my window
Its 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 dont have a care
Still another day finds me in the fields, sweat is soakin up my ragged clothes
But Id 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 days 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 days 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
Were simple folks and we like it that way, got nothin left to lose
