I can almost smell the Hick’ry smoke hear the fireside talk of the old homefolk
See the roses on the hillside growing wild
I can almost touch the dogwood trees taste the air and memories
Scenes that I grew up on as a child

Where there were babies runnin’ naked in the summertime
Clothes were dryin’ on an old clothes line
Fishin’ on the lake with a long lost friend of mine
In the Oklahoma sunshine

Well I grew up and moved away but I can’t forget about the good old days
Thinkin’ bout the way life used to be
I got married and I had some kids now I tell ’em bout the things I did
Paintin’ pictures of a world they’ll never see

Where there were babies runnin’ naked in the summertime…

Well I ain’t sayin’ my life is bad but Lord I wish I only had
The comforts that they can’t build in machines
Like many space with room to grow air to breathe and a country road
That leads to some places peaceful and screne

Where there were babies runnin’ naked in the summertime…