On the Red Clay

Screen Door slappin′ somewhere on a side porch A sleepy morning way out in the boondocks Stories are being told on the red clay Red clays where we came from to begin with And where will go when time comes for splitting Sands being dug on the red clay Moving, Always groovin Morning, Midnight sleep tight Someone's playing something on the back steps The happy faces look out of the windows Always something good on the red clay - Waiting for the paper in the evening You watch the roses climb out of their earth bed′s Lives being lived on the red clay Smoothing down my baby when she's tired out I tell her fun things and watch her start smiling Nobody's even sad on my red clay Your move, My move check me She moves, They move dig me Red clay′s just a dirt but it′s a large sum So what you doing just sitting there goofin' Always a lot to do on the red clay.