Simple Days

He was born in the Georgia clay drank sweet tea everyday It was rise and shine at the crack of dawn as the rooster sang his song Milk the cows and bale the hay buttermilk was on the way Fetch the eggs from the coop look at that chicken poop Tend the garden and shell the peas on the porch, feel the breeze he butter, wring the bird headless chicken, have you heard Pressure cooker’s blowing steam it's taboo to touch that thing Canning veggies was the norm no TV in a storm Dry the apples for the pies slice the taters for the fries Work all day till the sun went down then pass the moonshine around Kids today can't relate think they'd ever pull their weight Take their phones and watch them moan think they've had home-grown Simple days, baling hay catching chickens is how they played Once a week they would all get together that of course depended on the weather