It seems like a hundred years since I reached out to dry those tears
Streamin down my grandmas face
When I told her goodbye
She helped me pack her old suit case
Then pushed my new straw hat in place
With that Corsacana daily sun shinin' bright for me

When that sweet smell of youth
Was mixed with Grandmas apple pie
Oh what I'd give for a slice of yesterday
When that warm light came

Splashin' cross those clovered fields of time
With that Corsacana daily sun shinin' bright for me

There ainât much that's left to tell, boy I really went to hell
Seems like every things gone wrong··.since I left my home-town
Wish I was back there now, mendin fence and milkin cows
With that Corsacana daily sun shinin' bright for me

Chourus

Someday I'll find that clover bed and I'll lay down my weary head
And watch them soft clouds drifting as they tease that country sun
I'll eat a chunk of grandmas pie, and take a walk back in time
When that Corsicana daily sun, was shinin bright for me