"Well, going back about thirty years of my days; I grew up around a lot of red dirt clay, bustin' my back while bailing' hay: in the heart of the Sooner State. Near a little town they called Purcell; there for a while then I said farewell, headed out West where it's hot as hell; but the cactus grow tall & straight.

I go back every now and then; I think about the past and what might of been, If I never moved away from my family and kin; well where would I be today. But life goes on and I'm past my prime; I like to reminisce and write ol' rhymes About my life in that innocent time; so here it is on a plate.

I'd go down to Doyle's Music on Main; stare at guitars through the window pane Pick out the ones I'd like to hang; on my music wall of dreams. Every weekend all my friends would meet; 7:00 o'clock down on Main St. We'd head to the Sonic for a bite to eat; then maybe cruise up to "Red Hill".

My buddies and I would ride the night away; wouldn't get home till the break of day, a small town life and it's there to stay; If someone don't mess it up. It's just that little twist of fate; I was raised in the Sooner state; Living in the "heart" was a checkmate; And I'm proud to be a part of it.

Well it was fishing' on Sunday late afternoon; take a guitar maybe pick out tune, a bottle a wine and a okie moon; if the fish were biting' we missed em. If we caught em we'd have ourselfs a fish fry; Normally hotter than the forth of July, the sky wasn't crying but man it would try; It knew what it was missin'.

So here's to rural route number one; John Deere's working in a summer sun; I went to school ‘down in Lexington; On the other side of the river. But Purcell was the only town I really knew; driving up and down Green Avenue; Looking back at the time I didn't have a clue; but man memories linger on.....

I'd go down to Doyle's Music on main; stare at guitars through the window pane Pick out the ones that I'd like to hang; on my music wall of dreams. Every weekend all my friends would meet; 7:00 o'clock down on Main St. We'd head to the Sonic for a bite to eat; then maybe cruise up to "Red Hill".