rural country boy/girl grows up , moves to the big city,grows old & wishes they could come back home one last time .
growing up in Iowa and leaving at age 16 i know how it feels when your older to pine for your childhood days & stomping grounds . Iowa, Oklahoma , any small rural town will do.
my mama told stories of times gone by
us kids on the porch swing , sleepin' to her lullabies
the smell of the hayfields at harvest time
the lives were livin' , in a land unforgiving
were hard times but we grew up wise
daddy said grace , at suppertime
that country boy pace , is still etched in my mind
and i know if i closed my eyes
this city i live in , would give in to your big blue skies
REST MY SOUL IN OKLAHOMA
I CRIED WHEN I LEFT YOU YOU'RE ALL I HAD KNOWN
REST MY SOUL IN OKLAHOMA
AND WHEN MY LIFE'S THROUGH
I'LL BE COMIN' HOME TO STAY
the fireflies played in the evening sky
the weather worn face
of an old friend who just happened by
now i walk through this city
and wonder why , we left that old homestead
of sweet dreams and baked bread
the memories just make me cry
bridge) so lord , would you please take me back
to that stream , by my grandaddy's shack
and grant me one last request
to lay in the land i love best
i'd ask you to,
repeat final chorus.