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