On the banks of the old Bandera
where roams a barefoot child
On Sunday golden evenings?. shortcuts
Out along the high wire lines
Down the dusty road
The hills they wear blue bonnets
Like a pretty cotton gown
And summer rain falls down like honey
Sweet magnolia blossoms grow
And old men dance
Once we ran bare footed through a clover full of dew
Once we learned to play like lone Comanche?s running loose
What it made it you feel like is a song
And what it feels like now has gone
I can hear the screen door slamming
Run a footer race to the creek
You could see clean to the bottom?? and deeper
Just depends on how u look
Maybe where u stand
Monkey vines and swimming holes lay just around the bend
The rope we used to swing on now hangs tattered in the wind
What it made it feel like is a song
What it feels like is now has gone
What it made it feel like is a song
Unaccompanied guitar to finish