Ole Big Tree

Come walk with me. Take a minute and see. A simple little truth Behind the old big tree. Dirty paths with walnut shells, Moss-covered stones. Just a step or two From where those rocks were thrown. Skipping rocks across the creek with our toes stuck In the mud. A place that we all knew, A place that we all loved. Down by that old big tree, down by the Creek, back in the woods, back in the sticks. Old big tree, down by the creek, Sun shining through those golden leaves of orange. Back there we all were at home. Yeah, we were at home. Yeah, we were at home. We carved out our initials, vows of young love. Two people at the time in a place where Love was only thought of. That old big tree, a sycamore growing Large. A single tree looming over young loves Just starting, just starting. Down a path leading to and from, A rickety small bridge led the way. The old big tree, just an old big tree. That was something to see back in the day. Man, back in the day. Mm, down by that old big tree, Down by the creek, back in the woods, Back in the sticks. Old big tree, down by the creek, Sun shining through those golden leaves of orange. Back there we all were at home. Yeah, we were at home. That big old tree is still standing, A couple hundred years in. If you're ever in the neighborhood, Stop and see it for yourself and take a Grin. Knowing that it was just one old big Tree That many saw when small. The grand old tree still stands. It was something to see. Something to see, let me tell y'all. Let me tell y'all. Down by that old big tree, down by the Creek, back in the woods, back in the sticks. Way back in the sticks. Old big tree, down by the creek, Sun shining through those golden leaves of orange. Back there we all were at home. Yeah, we were at home. A mile deep. A mile deep. Down by that old big tree. That old big tree. That Old big, Big tree. Tree.