在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Banks Of The Old Bandera - Willie Nelson
Lyrics by：Rodney Crowell
Composed by：Rodney Crowell
Produced by：Buddy Cannon
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 were 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
What it made you feel like is a song
But what it feels like now is gone
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
What it made you feel like is a song
And what it feels like now is gone
What it made you feel like is a song
