Mornin all.
Alright Country fans...
Way back in my memory, there's a scene that I recall
Of a little run down cabin in the woods
Where my daddy never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
But he lay awake nights wishing that it would
When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.
We lived our day to day and plain dirt fashion. (My edit, in (not on) plain dirt fashion.)
With ol' overalls and cotton balls all scrapped across your back, it's hard to make believe ain't nothing wrong (Edit again , strapped , not scrapped).
But mama kept the Bible read
And daddy kept our family fed
And somewhere in between I must have grown
Cause someday I was dreamin' that a song that I was singing takes me down to where I wanna go
Now I know, it's a long hard road.
Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night
When the summer came, we got up and went
And the shadows of a workin' day
Our moonlight hour spent singing songs along with grandma's radio.
Now I've beaten down an old blacktop road (Edit some more , I'm beatin down)
And sleepin' in a sack
Living up my memories all in vain
Cause those city lights ain't all that bright
Compared to what it's like
To see lightning bugs go dancing in the rain
Mama played the guitar then
And daddy made the sawblade bend
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum
But I just kept on dreaming that a song that I was singing
Takes me down a road to where my name is known
Now I'm gone and it's a long, hard road.
Yes, I know it's a long hard road
