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We walked long lanes and dirt roads,
Back when I was a boy;
We wore overalls and brogans,
And simple things brought joy.

Folks depended on their neighbors,
Trade'n work now-and-again;
Their friendships lasted lifetimes,
'Til boys growed-up to men.

Johnny Paul kept him some coon-dogs,
We'd hunt come Friday night;
Six Blueticks lead'n us thru the woods,
Made all our troubles light.

We worked the ground with horses,
Part Belgian was their blood;
They'd turn the ground 'til Sunday,
But they'd never work in mud.

Spent rainy days mend'n harness,
Shaped our horseshoes at the forge;
Had a foot-path to the river,
Walked a log across the gorge.

The boys all carried beanshooters,
And played with frogs just for fun;
While girls were rock'n dolls to sleep,
In the shade... away from sun.

Look'n back it seems so distant,
From the way we're live'n now;
Makes me wish I was still in the country,
Follow'n our horse behind a plow.