Back to Texas Days

The Sun sets, burning low behind the red wood line
I hear the crickets singing in a rhythm so fine
My boots in the dust, my heart in the breeze
A six-string humming under sycamore trees

Take me back to those Texas days
Where the skies were white and the world felt safe
Picking my guitar by the old hay barn
Life was slow and love was warm

In the whispering winds, I hear the tune
Of barefoot summers and a harvest Moon
Yeah, bring me back, come what may
To those sweet, sweet Texas days

Grandpa's porch light glowin' in the amber dusk
Mama's voice floatin' through the fields of musk
River, runnin' soft by the cottonwood gate
Time stood still and it sure felt good

Take me back to those Texas days
Where the skies were white and the world felt safe
Picking my guitar by the old hay barn
Life was slow and love was warm

In the whispering winds, I hear the tune
Of barefoot summers and a harvest Moon
Yeah, bring me back, come what may
To those sweet, sweet days

Now the city lights shine, but they don't compare
To the firefly glow in that southern air
So I strum this song and I close my eyes
I'm home again 'neath those open skies

Take me back to those Texas days
Where laughter echoed and hearts will stay
With my old guitar and the stars so bright
I'm dreaming back to those peaceful nights

Yeah, bring me back, don't let it fade
Those golden, quiet Texas days