it seems like a hundred years since i reached out to dry those tears streamin down my grandmas face when i told her goodbye she helped me pack her old suit case then pushed my new straw hat in place with that corsacana daily sun shinin bright for me when that sweet smell of youth was mixed with grandmas apple pie oh what i d give for a slice of yesterday when that warm light came splashin cross those clovered fields of time with that corsacana daily sun shinin bright for me there aint much that s left to tell boy i really went to hell seems like every things gone wrong since i left my home town wish i was back there now mendin fence and milkin cows with that corsacana daily sun shinin bright for me chourus someday i ll find that clover bed and i ll lay down my weary head and watch them soft clouds drifting as they tease that country sun i ll eat a chunk of grandmas pie and take a walk back in time when that corsicana daily sun was shinin bright for me