Banks Of The Old Bandera

On the banks of the old Bandera where roams a barefoot child On Sunday golden evenings?. shortcuts Out along the high wire lines Down the dusty road The hills they wear blue bonnets Like a pretty cotton gown And summer rain falls down like honey Sweet magnolia blossoms grow And old men dance Once we ran bare footed through a clover full of dew Once we learned to play like lone Comanche?s running loose What it made it you feel like is a song And what it feels like now has gone I can hear the screen door slamming Run a footer race to the creek You could see clean to the bottom?? and deeper Just depends on how u look Maybe where u stand Monkey vines and swimming holes lay just around the bend The rope we used to swing on now hangs tattered in the wind What it made it feel like is a song What it feels like is now has gone What it made it feel like is a song Unaccompanied guitar to finish