Gone are the days

I never dreamed they would not last

When we played our songs for love instead of cash

There wasn’t anybody for a country mile

Who did not have a song

On a hand me down fiddle or a mandolin

Lord they’d pickum’ all night long

I just want to hear that good ole country music

The kind that Mama Maybelle use to sing

I love the sweet fern and I love the wildwood flower

And I can only feel the simple things

Seems like only yesterday we built that old dance floor

Out in the middle of a dried up field

Right next to Mr. Hayes store

I can still see old John kickin’ up his heels

Dancing to a hoe down tune

RC colas in a number 3 tub

Was shining by the light of the moon

I just want to hear that good ole country music

The kind that Mama Maybelle use to sing

I love the sweet fern and I love the wildwood flower

And I can only feel the simple things