Country Colored Memories
Home is a collection of things we love
Fighting against the odds and rising above
A place to hang all kinds of hats
Visiting neighbors starting up chats
Watching children playing in the yard
A time when life was rarely hard
Home is the place you can always go
When anxieties enter and cold winds blow
The home is a collection of things we love
Memories amassing a treasure trove
Home, that place all desire to return
It keeps love in our hearts, forever it burns
Take me back to muddy Creekwhere I could lay out on the rocks and think my feet are in in the water and they dangle thereI had nowhere to be So I really didn’t care There is no one talking...
Mama used salve to heal all our partsWhen Crushed in spirit and broken hearts Mother always knew the right words to sayThen smiled and hurried us off to play Mamas day always filled to the brimBusy in the kitchen yet,...
It was a cool late November day, as usual, mama loaded us all up, we got on our way I couldn’t tell you the conversation about any past trips, but that day something happened that I never forget Of all...
Trail driving was grueling for the cowboyNot all marshmallows and campfire stories They never slept very Sound-the Cows were up and down Day after daythe same cowpoke way snaps and plaid shirtsfull of holes and dirt To get cattle to...