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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=64183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Texas Lullaby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom johnston<br>Sittin by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin down<br>Watchin the golden crops in the field just growin without a sound<br>I was a boy raised in the country and its still a part of me<br>And you see no matter where I go its a beautiful memory<br>Rise with sun at the break of day, lookin out my window<br>Its the same as yesterday<br>Sittin under an old oak tree, pickin my guitar in the shade<br>That old tree spreadin over my head is the closest friend I made<br>Just me and some lonely wooden music, floatin through air<br>The grass is rustlin and the birds are singin and my heart dont have a care<br>Still another day finds me in the fields, sweat is soakin up my ragged clothes<br>But Id rather work than steal<br>Watchin the sun settle down over open texas land, looking at the cattle and the horses runnin wild as they can<br>Life was different in the old days, you just get a days work done<br>When you were finished workin in the fields, there was chores at home to be done<br>I was always hearin music, always wanna play me some<br>As a full-time friend or the way to ease the end of a woman that swayed me some<br>Hearin those tunes always had a way of soothin out my soul<br>When times got hard and work got slow it was music that kept me whole<br>Sun beatin down through the trees, gets so hot bring a workin man to his knees<br>Part of my heart, part of my soul, part of a melody<br>Hands are clappin and people swayin in simple harmony<br>Life was different in the old days, you just get a days work done<br>When you finished workin in the fields there was chores at home to be done<br>Late in the evenin on the front porch when the sun is settin in the west<br>Me and the boys pass around the bottle and sing what we like best<br>Sing about our wives, sing about our children, singin out the delta blues<br>Were simple folks and we like it that way, got nothin left to lose</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Doobie Brothers - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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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 its still a part of me
And you see no matter where I go its a bea..."></div>
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