Banks Of The Old Bandera

(álbum: Jerry Jeff - 1978)

On the banks of the ole Bandera runs a barefoot child
Taking Sunday-go-to-meeting shortcuts
He's out across those open fields, down those dusty drives

The hills that wear blue bonnets, they look like a print dressing gown
Through the summer rains, that pur down like honey
They help make the mushrooms grow and that always make the B-man dance
Once we ran barefoot through those clovers so wet with dew
Like wild Comanches' crazy horses on the loose

Sometimes it feels like a song
Sometimes it makes me feel like it's gone
Now it all feels like a song

You can hear a screen door slamming, hey let's run a foot race to the creek
Where you see clear down to the bottom of the deep end
Depending on where you stand, how you look, and what you want to see

Monkey vines, swimming holes weren't they always around the bend
And that rope we used to swing on, now it just hangs tattered by the wind

Down on the banks of the ole Bandera