[Verse 1]
On the banks of the old Bandera
Where roams the barefoot child
On Sunday, go to meetin' shortcuts
Out along the high wire lines down a dusty road
The hills there wear 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 running loose

[Refrain]
What it made you feel like is a song
But what it feels like now is gone

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
I can hear the screen door slamming
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 wind

[Refrain]
What it made you feel like is a song
And what it feels like now is gone
[Outro]
What it made you feel like is a song