 Erath County |
| ©l986 Linda Allen Windmill turnin' in a Texas sky Crickets sing a lullaby, and I'm Goin' back to Erath County Dry winds shake the scrub oak tree Guess it's still a part of me, and I'm Goin' back to Erath County Biscuits and a pecan pie Fried okra, well it tastes just fine With corn bread, beans, and black-eyed peas Grandma's dumplin's, fresh iced tea Grandma's dozin' in a high back chair My father's face, I see him there 'Though he's been gone so many years I still can find him here Boxes of old photographs Grandma's stories--how I laughed, and I'm Goin' back to Erath County My little daughters comin' home To a great-grandma they've never known, and I'm Goin' back to Erath County Windmill turnin' in a Texas sky Crickets sing a lullaby, and I'm Goin' back to Erath County Dry winds shake the scrub oak tree Guess it's all a part of me, and I'm Goin' back to Erath County Sweet memories in Erath County |