I Can
Al most
Smell the Hickory Smoke
Hear the fireside talk of old home folks,
see the roses on the hillside growing wild
And I can almost touch those
dogwood trees,
taste the air and memories
Scenes that I grew up on as a child
Where there were babies running naked
in the summertime
Clothes out drying on an old clothesline
Fishing on the lake with a friend of mine
In the Oklahoma sunshine
Well I grew up and I moved away
But I can't forget about the
good old days
Think in' about the way life used to be
I got married and had some kids
Now tell them about the things
that pappy did
Paintin' pictures of a world
they'll never see
Where there were babies runnin' naked
in the summertime
Toes out dryin' on an old coastline
Fishin' on the lake with a friend of mine
In the Oklahoma sunshine
Oklahoma sunshine
Well, I ain't sayin' that my life is bad
But, Lord, I wish that I only
had the confidence
that they can't build in machines
Lack plenty of space
and room to grow, air to breathe
And a country road that lead s to someplace
peaceful and serene
Where there were babies running naked
in the summertime
Clothes out drying on an old clothesline
Fishing on the lake with a friend of mine
In the Oklahoma sunshine