Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Texas Lullaby, artist - The Doobie Brothers. Album song The Warner Bros. Years 1971-1983, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Texas Lullaby |
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 |