Childhood: Littlefield - Chapter One

I was born in '37

A sharecropper's son

Out on the great south plains

There in the suburbs of a dry land cotton patch

In the middle of a west Texas rain

And for all you folks out there in radio land

Who don't know what a west Texas rain is

Well, that's what's commonly known as a sandstorm

Remember that, you'll need it later

I guess times were hard, but living was easy

We always found a way to survive

Fried chicken and gravy and an old Gene Autry guitar

Was enough to keep a country boy alive

And on Saturday afternoon it was Flash Naru at the picture show

On Saturday night it was a grand old uproar from Nashville, Tennessee

Take it away boys, take it away

Looking back now and thinking it over

Life is like an old country song

My mama taught me the melody, daddy taught me the chords

I made the words up on my own

And sometimes they didn't rhyme, but they always had a reason

Even if it was unbeknownst to no one but myself

I guess all that west Texas sand in my craw

That's what makes me so mean

I bet I was the only boy that was ever expelled from Sunday school

Lover, fighter, wild horse rider, and pretty darn good windmill man

Look out world, here I come