waylon jennings-littlefield Lyrics

i was born in ’37
a sharecropper’s son
out on the great south plains
there in the suburbs of a dryland cotton patch
in the middle of a west texas rain
and for all of you folks out there in radioland
who don’t know what a west texas rain is
well that’s what’s commonly known as a sandstorm
remember that
you’ll need it later
i guess times were hard but livin’ was easy
we always found a way to survive
fried chicken and gravy and an old tune off the guitar
was enough to keep a country boy alive
and on saturday afternoons it was lester pruitt’s the picture show” on saturday’s nights is the grand ol’ uproar from nashville tennessee take it away boys lookin’ back now and thinkin’ it over life was like an old country song my mama taught me the melody and daddy taught me the chords i made the words up on my own and sometimes it didn’t rhyme but they always had a reason even if it was unbeknownst to no one but myself i guess all that west texas sand in my crawl that’s what make me so mean i’d bet i was the only boy ever expelled from sunday school lover fighter wild-horse rider and purty dern good windmill maker look out world here i come”