New! Read & write annotations  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