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...