Besedila: Doobie Brothers. Stampede. 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.
There was work at home to be done.
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 burnin' 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.
There was work at home to be done.
there was chores at home to be done, yeah, yeah.

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.

Watchin' the sun settle down over open Texas land,
looking at the cattle and the silver horse 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.
Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody.
Hands are clappin' and people swayin', singin' in harmony.

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.
There was work at home to be done.
Singin' a lullaby