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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

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

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