The Way It Was Lyrics – Frank Foster

One, two, one, two, three, four
Well, I grew up half way ‘tween Mississippi and Texas
Summer sure was a-hot down Old Cypress Bottom Road
I remember Momma waking us up and cooking us breakfast

And Daddy pattin’ us on the back as he walked us to them old corn roads
And we kicked up dust
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way it was

Now we didn’t have a whole lot but wasn’t hurtin’ for nothin’
Some good ground that Daddy found and the good Lord up above
A creek bottom full of firewood that was well worth cuttin’
And some old dogs that would load up my ’72 pick-up truck

And run a rabid hog or whitetail buck
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way

Back when it was the way it was
Now there’s a barefoot ball game bound to be broke out somewhere
And I got a hundred on ‘tween the front porch and the mailbox
Unless of course when it was raining we were staring down yonder

That old weeping willow ‘cross the road down there by Uncle Hop’s
Oh, soakin’ up every single drop
Back when it was the way it was
Back when it was the way it was

Back when it was the way
Back when it was the way that it was
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Frank Foster Lyrics – The Way It Was

Frank Foster

The Way It Was