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Red dirt field in muscadine shade

Pretty little girl selling lemonade

You get your brothers and I’ll get mine

And we’ll play ball till whippoorwill time


Crack of the bat and roll of the ball

Can’t you hear your momma call?

Laundry hanging on the line

We might get home by suppertime


Red dirt field

Warm and bright

There, it burns in my memory.


Don’t you know we were growing up?

Don’t you know we were wild and tough?

Don’t you know we were drinking from the cup

Of the American sky?


Bully coming on way too strong

I beat him on the bases all day long

He came at me with fist and foot

I gave to him as good as I got



Blue jay in the persimmon tree

Jody Turner waving at me

Blood running fast in my veins

A thousand dreams running through my brain


Red dirt field

Warm and bright

There, it burns in my memory.




Don’t you know we were growing up?

Don’t you know we were wild and tough?

Don’t you know we were drinking from the cup

Of the American sky?



Scarlet sun hanging low

Rollin river in the afterglow

Fisherman casts in his line



The wind rises softly in the pines


Chorus of calls in the night

Ancient book opened to the light



Moths against my window pane

Tomorrow comes another day


Red dirt field

Warm and bright

There, it burns in my memory.


Don’t you know we were growing up?

Don’t you know we were wild and tough?

Don’t you know we were drinking from the cup

Of the American sky?