Rodney Crowell



On the banks of the ole Bandera runs a barefoot child

Takin' Sunday-go-to-meetin' shortcuts

He's out across those open fields, down those dusty drives



The hills that wear blue bonnets, they look like a print dressing gown

Thru the summer rains, that pur down like honey

They help make the mushrooms grow and that always make the B-man dance

Once we ran barefoot through those clovers so wet with dew

Like wild Comanches' crazy horses on the loose



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Sometimes it feels like a song

Sometimes it makes me feel like it's gone

Now it all feels like a song



You can hear a screen door slammin', hey let's run a foot race to the creek

Where you see clear down to the bottom of the deep end

Dependin' on where you stand, how you look, and what you want to see



Monkey vines, swimmin' holes - weren't they always around the bend

And that rope we used to swing on, now it just hangs tattered by the wind



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Down on the banks of the ole Bandera