Banks Of The Old Bandera - Rodney Crowell

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