Banks Of The Old Bandera

On the banks of the old bandera

Where roams a barefoot child

On Sunday-go-to-meeting shortcuts

Out along the high wire lines, down a dusty road

The hills there were bluebonnets

Like a printed cotton gown

And summer rain falls down like honey

Sweet magnolia blossoms grow and old men dance

Once we ran barefooted through a clover full of dew

Once we learned to play like lone Comanches runnin' loose

What it made you feel like is a song

But what it feels like now is gone

I can hear the screen door slammin'

Run a foot race to the creek

You can see clean to the bottom and deeper

Just depends on how you look, maybe where you stand

Monkey vines and swimmin' holes lay just around the bend

The rope we used to swing on now hangs tattered in the wind

What it made you feel like is a song

And what it feels like now is gone

What it made you feel like is a song