My britches were faded so worn out in the knees.
When I was a youngin' sitting 'neath the tall trees.
Always barefoot stubbin' my toes til they bled.
Many a tear would I this lil tomboy shed.
Always chasing grandmas chickens around the yard.
Just running and playing so very hard.
Fishin' in the crystal creek with crawdeds on the hook.
Catchin' a big old catfish as it fought and shook.
Chasin' butterflies in a field of wildflowers.
Playin' in the mud puddles of a cool summers shower.
Afraid I'd fall in the old outhouse made of log.
How I hated using them old Sears catalogs!
I loved sittin' on the porch 'neath the roof of tin.
Of the old hand hewn log cabin that my grandma lived in.
Sleeping 'neath the heavy homemade quilts upon the iron bed.
Dreaming of new adventures for tomorrow in my head.
How I loved my old hound where I went he'd always follow.
Back in the emerald green hills of the lil country hollow.
I loved the old wood burning stove where grandma cooked with love.
Such a precious soul an angel God sent from high above.
I adored chasing little fireflies late into the night.
And gazing at the many stars like gems such a sight.
How I loved the cold glasses of fresh lemonade we shared.
So peaceful and loving our country hearts always cared.
Singing with my uncle as he played his harmonica so sweet.
Walkin' the old dirt roads with my little flat feet.
Much love was shared from our lil country mountain.
Where southern hospitality flowed like a crystal fountain.
Everyone worked hard and had such pleasure when we'd see our kin.
What I wouldn't give to go back to my emerald green mountain again.