Banks of the Old Bandera

On the banks of the old bandera
Where roams a barefoot child
On Sunday-go-to-meeting 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 runnin' loose

What it made you feel like is a song
But what it feels like now is gone

I can hear the screen door slammin'
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