Banks Of The Ol' Bandera Lyrics - Singles - Jerry Jeff Walker

Rodney Crowell 

On the banks of the ole Bandera runs a barefoot child 

Takin' Sunday-go-to-meetin' shortcuts 

He's out across those open fields, down those dusty drives 

The hills that wear blue bonnets, they look like a print dressing gown 

Thru the summer rains, that pur down like honey 

They help make the mushrooms grow and that always make the B-man dance 

Once we ran barefoot through those clovers so wet with dew 

Like wild Comanches' crazy horses on the loose 

Chorus: 

Sometimes it feels like a song 

Sometimes it makes me feel like it's gone 

Now it all feels like a song 

You can hear a screen door slammin', hey let's run a foot race to the creek 

Where you see clear down to the bottom of the deep end 

Dependin' on where you stand, how you look, and what you want to see 

Monkey vines, swimmin' holes - weren't they always around the bend 

And that rope we used to swing on, now it just hangs tattered by the wind 

Chorus 

Down on the banks of the ole Bandera