(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 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' i