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The Doobie Brothers

Texas Lullaby

Texas Lullaby

(album: Stampede - 1975)

Sitting by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burning down
Watching the golden crops in the field just growing 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, looking out my window
It's the same as yesterday
Sitting under an old oak tree, picking my guitar in the shade
That old tree spreading over my head is the closest friend I made

Just me and some lonely wooden music, floating through air
The grass is rustling and the birds are singing and my heart don't have a care
Still another day finds me in the fields, sweat is soaking up my ragged clothes
But I'd rather work than steal

Watching the sun settle down over open Texas land, looking at the cattle
And the horses running wild as they can
Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done
When you were finished working in the fields, there was chores at home to be done

I was always hearing 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
Hearing those tunes always had a way of soothing out my soul
When times got hard and work got slow it was music that kept me whole
Sun beating down through the trees, gets so hot bring a working man to his knees
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody
Hands are clapping and people swaying in simple harmony
Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done
When you finished working in the fields there was chores at home to be done

Late in the evening on the front porch when the sun is setting 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, singing out the Delta blues
We're simple folks and we like it that way, got nothing left to lose

Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody
Hands are clapping and people swaying in simple harmony
Life was different in the old days, you just get a day's work done
When you finished working in the fields there was chores at home to be done
Singing a Lullaby

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