Letra de 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 roadThe 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' looseWhat it made you feel like is a song But what it feels like now is goneI 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 windWhat it made you feel like is a song And what it feels like now is goneWhat it made you feel like is a song