Back in ’62 i would come see you
Told my mama i got off work late spent the afternoon with you
I waited till the road was clear then slipped across to your old field
To where you’d always stand with daisies in your hand

Showed me the old barn that you helped your daddy build
Smelled of all the love we made and all the whiskey that we spilt
Lead me to the oak tree where you had to bury your mother
Laid her where the sun would shine between your older brothers

The sun is setting i should go home
But it kills me every time i leave you alone

Ducking under the fence while you're tugging at my skirt
You want to but you can't follow me, your ribs deep in the dirt
I try not to but i cry hot tears on your linen shirt
Cause if i could i’d tear down this barbed wire with both my hands
No matter how it hurt

But i promised i’d come find you every summer
Running barefoot ‘cross that old dirt road into the arms of my sweet lover
Still standing where you always did in those fields of georgia cotton
With your hands full of my favorite daisies after all this time you've still not forgotten