[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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