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' 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, singin' out the Delta blues   We're simple folks and we like it that way, got nothin' left to lose