Rodney Crowell - Banks Of The Old Bandera
                    	
                    On the banks of the old Bandera where roams the barefoot child
                    On Sunday go to meetin' shortcuts out along the high wire lines down a dusty road
                    The hills there were bluebonnets like a printed cotton gown
                    And summer rain falls down like honey sweet magnolia blossoms grow and old men dance
                    Once we ran barefooted through a clover full of dew
                    Once we learned to play like lone Comanches running loose
                    What it made you feel like is a song
                    But what it feels like now is gone
                    I can hear the screen door slamming
                    Run a foot race to the creek
                    You can see clean to the bottom and deeper just depends on how you look, maybe where you stand
                    Monkey vines and swimmin' holes lay just around the bend
                    The rope we used to swing on now hangs tattered in the wind
                    What it made you feel like is a song
                    And what it feels like now is gone
                    What it made you feel like is a song