He ran down the dusty, country gravel
Roads, like the wind, barefoot and free.
The scene now he looks back, so very pretty--
Fields of cotton, far as one could see, beautiful.
Beautiful, the south, land of cotton. Take him back
His sweet dreams, for just a little while.
Mother calling, "It's supper time."
The peaceful--fall nights, safe, falling to
Sleep with the lull of the soft rain on a
Tin top roof. Oh, bring her family together
Again, his lovely dream, one more time.
Good-night Mom and Dad, he loves you.