A Bobby Bare Sunday Morning

I grew up with Country music Loved its simple themes It’s been my constant joy For ever or so it seems. Bobby Bare’s on the Bose Singing a tear jerking song And I’m sitting there listening And quietly singing along. Sunday morning session one Of those times I like the most Playing Country music Belly full of buttered toast. A working man’s music From earthier days Telling redneck tales Telling redneck ways. I’m a Yorkshire country boy, A redneck farm worker’s son Who was given the chance To progress and move on. No redneck work for me No need to labour on the land A chance give to me by My dad’s work hardened hands. The Sunday morning session Helps roll back the years And I think of mam and dad Surreptitiously wiping tears. Yorkshire red neck values, From village childhood days All come back to mind as My Sunday Country music plays.