Listen
to the old
kid playin' the pi ano
Pickin' and a grinnin' and
a singin' his song
Don't it make you want to dance now
Don't it make you want to sing
La dee da dee oh
Red river wa ter runnin'
deep in my blood
If the good Lord's willin'
and the creeks don't rise
And it makes me want to laugh now,
and it makes me want to cry
Happy for my childhood, Oklahoma song
The guitar's drummin'
and the banjo's pickin'
And listen to the old -time
fiddlers moan
Sum mertime nights are on my mind
and I wonder how the old folks are back home,
sweet home
And I guess I must
have been about seventeen
when I left my home, sweet home
I spent a lot of time around
the people's scene
and I spent some time alone
I've been a rich have and a poor have not,
I gave what I could
and I got back a lot
And I loved it, yes, loved it
Wouldn't change
a minute of a single day
And I can't change the meaning
of the words I say
And when I don't like it well
I just try to leave it alone
I said, listen to the old
man playin' the piano
Pickin' and a -grinnin'
and a -singin' his song
Don't it make you wan
na dance now?
Don't it make you wanna sing?