I can almost smell the hick'ry smoke hear the fireside talk of the old homefolks
See the roses on the hillside growing wild
I can almost touch the dogwood trees taste the air and memories
Scenes that I grew up on as a child
Where there were babies runnin' naked in the summertime
Clothes out dryin' on an old clothesline
Fishin' 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
Thinkin' bout the way life used to be
I got married and had some kids now I tell 'em bout the things that Pappy did
Paintin' pictures of a world they'll never see
Where there were babies runnin' naked in the summertime...
Well I ain't sayin' that my life is bad but Lord I wish that I only had
The comforts that they can't build in machines
Like plenty of space and room to grow air to breathe and a country road
That leads to some place peaceful and serene
Where there were babies runnin' naked in the summertime...