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Rodney Crowell - Banks Of The Old Bandera Lyrics

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  • 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

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