I've been up and I've been down. I've worked the fields, I've plowed the ground. I've taken strain and pressure, though I thought I might explode.Now I dream of childhood days, of mottled flames and lemonade. When the days stretched out before me, like a long, long Texas road.Yes, a long, long Texas road, about a million miles or so. When you're just a child, there ain't no time but now. I must have left that long old road seven hundred years ago, but I'd find it once again if I knew how.I've worked in city factories, their plastic dirt still clings to me. Monotony near killed me, Lord, it was a heavy load. Now I dream of comic books and horny toads and fishing hooks. When the days stretched out before me, like a long, long Texas road.Yes, a long, long Texas road, about a million miles or so. When you're just a child, there ain't no time but now. I must have left that long old road seven hundred years ago, but I'd find it once again if I knew how.So I watch the children play and dream my dreams of yesterday. Don't tell them to be grateful, I'm sure that they've been told. If I knew then what I know now, that would have messed it up somehow. When the days stretched out before me, like a long, long Texas road.Yes, a long, long Texas road, about a million miles or so. When you're just a child, there ain't no time but now. I must have left that long old road seven hundred years ago, but I'd find it once again if I knew how.*