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The Way It Was

The Way It Was

(альбом: The Way It Was - 2020)

One, two, one, two, three, four

Well, I grew up half way 'tween Mississippi and Texas
Summer sure was a-hot down Old Cypress Bottom Road
I remember Momma waking us up and cooking us breakfast
And Daddy patting us on the back as he walked us to them old corn roads

And we kicked up dust
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way it was

Now we didn't have a whole lot but wasn't hurting for nothing
Some good ground that Daddy found and the good Lord up above
A creek bottom full of firewood that was well worth cutting
And some old dogs that would load up my '72 pick-up truck

And run a rabid hog or whitetail buck
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way
Back when it was the way it was

Now there's a barefoot ball game bound to be broke out somewhere
And I got a hundred on 'tween the front porch and the mailbox
Unless of course when it was raining we were staring down yonder
That old weeping willow 'cross the road down there by Uncle Hop's

Oh, soaking up every single drop
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way
Back when it was the way that it was

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