In lean years there was plenty, even when we didn't have enough
We all worked til sundown; we were sweating when that ole sun came up
When it rained we were glad, and when it didn't we were sad
But we always gave thanks for our meal
There was bread on our plate, even if it was late
And there was never a reason to steal
I miss the old days when we didn't have new ways
Of keeping us happy when life wasn't what it should be
I miss the old days when people could find ways
Of fighting and mending without losing your friends
When we first came to Texas, there was nothing for miles but dirt
So we busted that old clay until everything hurt
In the daylight we planted, and by the moon we were granted
The fruits of our sweat and our tears
For all of our work, we were poor as the dirt
But we were happy even when we were still
I miss the old days when we didn't have new ways
Of keeping us happy when life wasn't what it should be
I miss the old days when people could find ways
Of fighting and mending without losing your friends
Of fighting and mending without losing your friends
