[Verse 1]
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, it's still a part of me
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
[Verse 2]
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 the 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
[Chorus]
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
There was work at home to be done
Chores at home to be done
[Verse 3]
So 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 was slow, music kept me whole
Sun burnin' down through the trees
Gets so hot bring a workin' man to his knees
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, it's still a part of me
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
[Verse 2]
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 the 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
[Chorus]
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
There was work at home to be done
Chores at home to be done
[Verse 3]
So 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 was slow, music kept me whole
Sun burnin' down through the trees
Gets so hot bring a workin' man to his knees
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